Relieved.
Made it back home at 10.35pm. I was absolutely nearly right when I told Liyoung my day was going to end at 10.30pm. Unfortunately I've decided to stay on for two more hours just to watch some stupid ninjutsu videos and revise my notebook aptly called "Notes to get me into RJC".
I'm supposed to do my comprehension. Objective word being supposed. This time, I have no excuses. The last place I went to was Bukit Timah Hawker Centre, you know the one with two stories, and the 2nd storey basically is the hawker centre itself, and the 1st storey would be the wet market, where all the morning aunties gather to buy fish for the day.
I hit the stalls there at around 9.30 with my dad, after I finished my Studio Class from 7-9.
Why am I going backwards.
Let's take the above as a flashback, and let's go straight to the start of the day.
The start of day got me crossing the same zebra crossing again, with the same security guard there who doesn't do anything at all by the road, other than staring at cars and boys in tight pants like us. Thanks, sir. Well, you never know, some of us might be terrorists carrying 2kg loads of TNT in our pants, WATCH OUT!
I walked straight to the Raffles Square, and then today being Monday we had school anthem, blah blah blah. Talking about ties.
Yeah, on Monday we have to wear ties. I thought I didn't bring mine, because I couldn't find it in my bag. I did bring mine though, I found it in the end. And poor Clinton, he was begging around for one and I along with him at the beginning. But then I realised I brought my tie, so I was laughing heartily while I placed that tie around my neck.
Sorry Clinton.
First period was Chinese. Don't ask - Chinese sucked again. What with having to stand up every lesson, like 8 of us standing up again because we didn't do stuff. For me, I didn't hand in my Chinese file, so the sentence is really really unfair because the rest didn't do more things than me. At which point I should bawl like a baby but I cannot because I'm not a baby.
The rest of school was a blur, but we did talk alot during Literature and I did write down lots of things during Literature on 'Notes to get me into RJC'. Good job Jonathan.
I never fail to address myself in third-person in my blogposts.
Yeah, rest of school was a blur until I took 156 heading for my university. Guess what? The Bishan Gay was on the bus! I realised that when ALL the RI guys all crowded to the back of the car and I was the last person to get on the bus. Everyone blinking eyes. The bus driver waited for me super long because I was running down the overhead bridge, and everyone was already sitted right at the back of the bus, like all cramped there.
No wonder. I stepped into the bus and my skin could almost feel the burns of a dozen stares. Thanks, fellow Rafflesians. Fine, so I clambered to the back also. At least I was nice to offer my seat to a RJC girl but she refused (cos she was talking to a RJC guy hehe so much for being a raspberry). Many thanks for letting me keep the seat!
There was company on the bus though - sitting behind me was Yuxin from Choir and my Literature Class, and beside him was Tuck Wai, a guy who's in Rafflesian Spotlight and who beat-boxes.
Yeah so he nearly started beat-boxing in the bus but we stopped him, although I also nearly started joining him in improvising lyrics in the bus. Wanted Yuxin to do the bass but he refused. Why cannot? Three people enough already lah.
Guess the unluckiest thing.
THE BISHAN GAY was going to get of the same bus stop as me. So I was like, fingers crossed, some RI guy come along with me please I need to prepare myself for Chopin orchestral reduction no time for distractions blah blah blah.
Even Chopin had George Sand. Although he had some guy called Titus (which reminds me of 'What is Titus without Us? Tits! Tits!' - the utterly famous line chanted by his supporters).
Thankfully, Yuxin went down at the same bus stop as me - no. Look I didn't force him to alright? He had to reach home as soon as possible and his next bus came along at that bus stop so not guilty. Not guilty.
RI guys 1 Bishan Gay 0
I hate how all of us get so freaked out by the Bishan Gay. If we exterminate him, we exterminate this vermin, this pest that goes around terrorizing our students, even from RJC and schools that are along the 156 route. Look, it wasn't even coincedental! He memorises our timetables and goes on the bus EXACTLY when we get dismissed. Why are you doing this? Why are you like, making all my fellow comrades squeeze to the back of the bus like sardines in a can or rats in a river or lemmings down the cliff?
I foresee a day though that we'll all not be afriad anymore, we can walk at Junction 8 with freedom and no fear. That however, unfortunately, wouldn't be in my Rafflesian lifetime.
Some bad news: ON 31st October, there's going to be some environmental thingy that PM Lee might come to be the GOH, but...what! Ok fine.
There's goin gto be some environmental thingy that PM Lee might come to be the Guest-of-Honour, and it's going to be held on the 31st October. The thing is that, they have invited our Greenwave group (remember last year when we had the Greenwave album?) to sing some songs from our original band album, in front of the PM.
Thing is....thing is...Rafflesian Spotlight '08 is also going to be on 31st October. What am I going to do? Both shows are going to be held in the evening - my choice? I'll be going for the PM thing, after they confirm that the PM is going to be there. Otherwise, my school's ahead. I'll go for the Rafflesian Spotlight.
I'm keeping my fingers crossed that PM Lee wouldn't be there on the 31st October, so I can sing at Rafflesian Spotlight...but that means I wouldn't be able to sing for the PM anymore because 1st and 2nd November he might not be there...and we might sing then also.
Look, I know it's complicated, but it's my blog so I'm going to type whatever confusing thing I want.
:).
Sorry for the sudden outburst. Anyway the relief was that the first time ZAD and I played Chopin for the Studio Class was good, but we'll improve. Yeah - the key to success is to keep improving and never stop practising.
I realised one thing while I was on stage today - as Dr Hecht came up on stage to give comments to ZAD, I was like stoning. Basically while stonning I was thinking how enjoyable this was - to listen to really good music nearly every single day of my current life, and how disgusting school has suddenly become. All the sickening homework and everything - I would rather listen to ALL of the Mozart piano sonatas and Beethoven sonatas and memorise everything for Dr. Frank DeMeglio's keyboard literature class.
Practise solfege every single day, do a thousand BMPs. (Which reminds me of DMP. Debussy Modified Project, lol.) Anything. Just to avoid this current predicament I'm in, mired in homework muck.
Homework muck.
Homework muck.
Disgusting, disgusting, homework muck. Dragging you down, slowing your tempo, not giving you momentum. The experience at the piano while stoning was one of estacy, of pure joy, to be able to sit there and listen to the freaking Steinway beside you give some of the best music you would dream to conceive.
Relieved.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
(This title will be left blank)
I nurse a painful ulcer that follows me wherever I go - it's not going to leave anytime soon, although I hope it would. I really hope so - talking while feeling spasms of pain going through my body, not good. It's located on my lower lip, so no thanks, no kissing this week, thank you.
Not good.
We're going to continue with Bach BMP next week! So that means that they didn't play my piece yesterday, they're playing it next week. In a logical sequence.
I'd like to mention today about the power of holy water - holy water is water that has been 'exorcised' or blessed by a priest, usually in the faiths of Eastern Orthodox, Roman Catholic, Old Catholic. Yeah, blah, you know them. Don't think they use it in Christianity though.
The thing is, every single Sunday, without fail, I'll wake up with a cold, and a sinus problem. So I'll be sneezing for the first few hours of the morning (which goes into church time), and my nose would be running, and at the same time, clogged up. Call it a hangover from Saturday nights which I often spend till late or what, but it happens.
And no, prayer hardly works for this case. I haven't tried it yet but I might.
This Sunday morning was a little different though - I was sleeping at the living room sofa bare-chested, with the fan on full-blast. But anyway I woke up all bleary-eyed and leaky-tapped. Dragged my feet to the showers, and then onward to morning Mass.
This Sunday morning was a little different though - there was the scooping and sprinkling of Holy Water around the entire Church, presumably because it's the first Sunday of the month, and the entire congregation was splattered with Holy Water. Now the difference starts here.
You see, usually throughout the entire Mass, I was incapacitated, unable to sing or breathe properly. But today, yeah, you guessed it, I think the Holy Water really worked wonders. I think it's coincidence, but many a-times when there's the Lord in it and things work, we call it coincidence. Might be.
Heck, it wasn't even the Placebo effect:
1) I didn't realise there was water being splattered on our books and our bodies because I was simply too knocked-out to realize anything. I was just following the notes and the words on the hymn book.
2) I didn't realise the water was holy water because I was simply too knocked-out to realize anything. I was just following the notes and the words on the hymn book.
3) I didn't realise I was still nursing the cold because I was simply too knocked-out to realize anything. I was just following the notes and the words on the hymn book.
Moments later I was feeling much better. Like much better, and that was when I realized the priest was scooping and sprinkling loads of Holy Water on us when he walked over a second time.
The Father in question was super enthusiastic because he was like, scooping a full scoop of water and whipping it on us, so much so that 10.45am Mass was nearly renamed 10.45am Water-Scooping Party Fun. It wasn't, we were Blessed, and we settled down for Mass.
Thank the Holy Water. Today's Mass was also made more interesting because the Father was using sign language together with his sermons, which made it more accessible for the deaf and for the non-deaf who wanted to use sign language to communicate. Seriously. I think I would like to be in the latter too, just that I'll have to take like, 3 Eclipses before I start speaking. Closing your mouth for an extended period of time causes major bad breath.
What happened the day before:
I'll be honest, but I was feeling a little under normal and tired too. Firstly because I didn't get to pass a present and secondly because...because...there's no secondly. Don't ask me why I was feeling down just because of not passing a present but it's just the Jonathan instinct.
Make it the human instinct. I don't want to make myself sound so special. Got home, changed, down on the sofa. No big deal. The black sofa in the living room has been my sleeping area of late - I think I'm getting too lazy to walk all the way to the bedroom.
You, however, can look at it in two ways:
1) I'm too lazy.
2) My house is damn big.
I prefer the latter. Self-criticism is bad for health, ain't no good babe.
Talking about self-criticism, do they have a phobia for talking to girls on the phone? Talkofemaleonphonophobia. I don't know. I'm pretty sure I do have a phobia. Or look, even talking to girls face-to-face, I'll get nervous. Talkofemalefacetofacophobia. Do any guys even have that problem? Don't think so. Yeah, I have low self-esteem then. Certified a piece of useless junk.
I'm not surprised if this one has the vibes around me: Please don't mate with me, I have very lousy genes that make me look short, which is bad for the human gene pool and not good for the evolution of the human race. You must follow the nature of human and not proceed to mate with me, thank you.
Not good.
We're going to continue with Bach BMP next week! So that means that they didn't play my piece yesterday, they're playing it next week. In a logical sequence.
I'd like to mention today about the power of holy water - holy water is water that has been 'exorcised' or blessed by a priest, usually in the faiths of Eastern Orthodox, Roman Catholic, Old Catholic. Yeah, blah, you know them. Don't think they use it in Christianity though.
The thing is, every single Sunday, without fail, I'll wake up with a cold, and a sinus problem. So I'll be sneezing for the first few hours of the morning (which goes into church time), and my nose would be running, and at the same time, clogged up. Call it a hangover from Saturday nights which I often spend till late or what, but it happens.
And no, prayer hardly works for this case. I haven't tried it yet but I might.
This Sunday morning was a little different though - I was sleeping at the living room sofa bare-chested, with the fan on full-blast. But anyway I woke up all bleary-eyed and leaky-tapped. Dragged my feet to the showers, and then onward to morning Mass.
This Sunday morning was a little different though - there was the scooping and sprinkling of Holy Water around the entire Church, presumably because it's the first Sunday of the month, and the entire congregation was splattered with Holy Water. Now the difference starts here.
You see, usually throughout the entire Mass, I was incapacitated, unable to sing or breathe properly. But today, yeah, you guessed it, I think the Holy Water really worked wonders. I think it's coincidence, but many a-times when there's the Lord in it and things work, we call it coincidence. Might be.
Heck, it wasn't even the Placebo effect:
1) I didn't realise there was water being splattered on our books and our bodies because I was simply too knocked-out to realize anything. I was just following the notes and the words on the hymn book.
2) I didn't realise the water was holy water because I was simply too knocked-out to realize anything. I was just following the notes and the words on the hymn book.
3) I didn't realise I was still nursing the cold because I was simply too knocked-out to realize anything. I was just following the notes and the words on the hymn book.
Moments later I was feeling much better. Like much better, and that was when I realized the priest was scooping and sprinkling loads of Holy Water on us when he walked over a second time.
The Father in question was super enthusiastic because he was like, scooping a full scoop of water and whipping it on us, so much so that 10.45am Mass was nearly renamed 10.45am Water-Scooping Party Fun. It wasn't, we were Blessed, and we settled down for Mass.
Thank the Holy Water. Today's Mass was also made more interesting because the Father was using sign language together with his sermons, which made it more accessible for the deaf and for the non-deaf who wanted to use sign language to communicate. Seriously. I think I would like to be in the latter too, just that I'll have to take like, 3 Eclipses before I start speaking. Closing your mouth for an extended period of time causes major bad breath.
What happened the day before:
I'll be honest, but I was feeling a little under normal and tired too. Firstly because I didn't get to pass a present and secondly because...because...there's no secondly. Don't ask me why I was feeling down just because of not passing a present but it's just the Jonathan instinct.
Make it the human instinct. I don't want to make myself sound so special. Got home, changed, down on the sofa. No big deal. The black sofa in the living room has been my sleeping area of late - I think I'm getting too lazy to walk all the way to the bedroom.
You, however, can look at it in two ways:
1) I'm too lazy.
2) My house is damn big.
I prefer the latter. Self-criticism is bad for health, ain't no good babe.
Talking about self-criticism, do they have a phobia for talking to girls on the phone? Talkofemaleonphonophobia. I don't know. I'm pretty sure I do have a phobia. Or look, even talking to girls face-to-face, I'll get nervous. Talkofemalefacetofacophobia. Do any guys even have that problem? Don't think so. Yeah, I have low self-esteem then. Certified a piece of useless junk.
I'm not surprised if this one has the vibes around me: Please don't mate with me, I have very lousy genes that make me look short, which is bad for the human gene pool and not good for the evolution of the human race. You must follow the nature of human and not proceed to mate with me, thank you.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Meme - Interview Answers
1. Kwek
2. Hongrui
3. No one. I’m my own man.
4. Fiona
5. Jon Shin
6. Adriel
7. Marcus
8. (NA)
9. (NA) – need sleep. I’m more musically active at night.
10. Yiyang
11. Bryan Kum
12. Selina/Jiale
13. Adriel
14. Leave blank
15. Douglas
16. Liyoung
17. Shanghai
18. Shide
19. Kwek
20. Jon Shin
21. Norman
22. Bryan Choong
23. Mum
24. PM Lee
25. Can’t think of anyone. No one seems to be bothered
26. Girls at YST. Although I can’t be bothered
27. Me
28. Shanghai again
29. Laura
30. Live a life that’s full. Anything that’s worth doing is worth overdoing
I slept from 5-10. A little dazed now, but I showered cold and ate a little dinner so I'm alright now.
Started this morning with someone slamming both hands heavily on my shoulder I thought I was going to sink through the floor. Literally a huge bang - Andrew Chua, brother of Matthew Chua.
The rest of the day, RE Congress, which we hardly noticed because we simply wandered around. And had lots of fun in the classrooms on the 4th floor with Hongrui and some GEPs. Even I was a little surprised at times.
After that I followed Hongrui to help him page-turn for his higher performance. Initially I thought I signed up for higher composition but apparently Miss Goh assumed again I was taking performance, which made me kind of, yeah, get a headache because I worked pretty hard for composition.
Check this out - for an impromptu stylistic imitation test which I didn't study at all for, I got 38/50! I think I was one of the top-three, if not, topped the composition class. That's...ok because I expected just a little higher.
Well, why do you ask, we're just hungry kids.
I suspect a newspaper article on me tomorrow, so go check it out. I'm going to post my interview answers here after a reporter - Deepika - asked me some questions.
Dear Deepika,
Thanks! Well basically I've competed in 2 local competitions already (National Piano and Violin Competition 2005 - 3rd prize and National Piano and Violin Competition 2007 - 2nd prize) so I wasn't that nervous. Having said that, this Ibiza competition is my second one overseas - my first one took place in Ettlingen, Germany a few weeks before the Ibiza one. I didn't win anything then.
You could say I was disappointed but yeah I worked hard enough and voila! Anyway if you are prepared all you have to do is to worry about your own music, your own performance - and to stay true to the music.
I have had these pieces for less than a year, say, eight months, and I recovered some of them along the way. The prize did come as a little surprise, being my second overseas competition, but when you're young I guess you're just a little hungrier, so after the whole competition I was thinking, "If only I had won second...". But well I'll definitely work harder!
I played three pieces -
1) Bach's D major Prelude and Fugue from the Well-Tempered Clavier, Book 1
2) Mozart's Sonata in C major K.330 [all of the movements]
3) Charles Tomlimson Griffes's Scherzo from Fantasy Pieces Op. 6 No. 3 - a really exotic piece that gives lots of room for colours
I started out at Yamaha JMC when I was about 4, and then moved on to the Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts at around 6, studied under three teachers, the last one being Mdm Fang Yuan, and finally was accepted in 2007 as a Young Artist in the Yong Siew Toh Conservatory of Music under Dr Hecht. (Pardon my long sentences. This one is short.) Erm at first it was all blood and sweat on the piano, going so much as to have an abacus beside me to count the number of Hanon piano exercises I had completed.
Then in primary school it became really tough because it bordered the "freak" sector and the "ok-let's-accept-him-into-our-society" thing. Luckily it was the latter. After that it's all about integrating it into one's life and doing the balancing act. I'm pretty surprised I've been into music for more than half of my life. (redundant part)
Yes I do play another music instruments - I play the cello in my secondary school string ensemble and I used to sing in my primary school choir. Now I still sing except in the bathroom. Occasionally I play the bass guitar but I do that by tuning the bass guitar to cello tuning, which means now I can completely jam with my friends and even perform.
Question 7 is a killer, Deepika. When I was Secondary 1-3 I balanced my academics and music pretty well, but now that music has increased in terms of portion in my life, I've really concentrated on my music. Which means my studies are now basically lagging behind so much, and it's really dangerous. I know there are other kids out there who balance their time much better than me, but me being a 16-year old bordering 'immature' and 'disorganized', I can hardly concentrate on both studies and music. [Realistically speaking though, I'll still need my A-levels so I'll just walk on and on] Ans to Question 7: Badly. But I totally enjoy what I'm doing, (already I can see nearly all the parents in Singapore shaking their heads) and granted, there'll be a way through.
Someday, somehow.
I enjoy playing the bass as previously mentioned, I do composing sometimes (which definitely hasn't reached a substantial level in terms of quality yet), and also learnt a teeny-weeny bit of conducting from my string ensemble conductor. My hobbies also include writing reviews, and I'm learning lots of tips from Dr Chang from Life! too. :) Of course, life's not all about music, so I do engage in some computer gaming (come on give me a break!). Let's put it to a few hours a month. I do play soccer too, so I'm pretty much a normal guy. Oh, and I'm your Number 1 Beatles fan. Got all of their albums and songs and have memorised every single lyric of their songs. Yes, when 90.5FM plays Beatles, I'll scream!!! like a teenage girl. You know, like, Beatlemania? I'm born half a century late.
:)
Question 9 is another killer. Anything to do with academics is. No, I'm not a straight-As student, I hope I clear the stereotype that musicians are all intellectuals with straight-As. Sometimes you can't get the best of both worlds. I'm just stupid.
I love the piano because firstly it can be a solo or an ensemble instrument. You can play it with two people, three people, or make it a piano quintet, or even two pianos, even put it in an orchestra! It's a pretty social instrument. But in detail, I find it the most beautiful instrument of all instruments - it can make the sounds of a thousand tinkling bells, the roar of the flowing river into the sea, the chirps of all the birds you can find - even Messien himself proved it was possible, him being the master of birdsong. So many composers have composed pieces with the piano imitating water, rain, fountains, seas, rivers. On the other extreme, you see Liszt composing the Dante Sonata about Dante's journey into Hell itself. Just lurrve(sp?) the piano.
My training under Dr Hecht has been one of the most inspirational periods of my life - it's really hard to start somewhere about him. Well he's a teacher who really really has no problem of trying to communicate ideas and information to you...and once you can hear what he hears, voila! That's when you experience the magic of music yourself. Sometimes I truthfully regret many people around the world never get to hear these beautiful things in their years on Earth. That's why we're here! To spread good music like a disease...
And lastly my dad works at DHL and my mum a housewife, but she passed away this year in May, so it's really been a trying time for both of us. I live in Bukit Panjang so it's 40 mins on public transport and 15 mins on private car. I have no siblings, which is good because I don't have to argue with anyone over the noise level, and bad because when I'm down and my dad's working I talk to the walls. Just kidding.
My private life's on this blog - www.i-talk-you-listen.blogspot.com . Oh wait, it's not private anymore when it's a blog! :O Post it on the papers (your choice, larh) - 16-year olds never fail to be happy when their blog hits increase.
Thanks and regards to you too!
Jonathan
2. Hongrui
3. No one. I’m my own man.
4. Fiona
5. Jon Shin
6. Adriel
7. Marcus
8. (NA)
9. (NA) – need sleep. I’m more musically active at night.
10. Yiyang
11. Bryan Kum
12. Selina/Jiale
13. Adriel
14. Leave blank
15. Douglas
16. Liyoung
17. Shanghai
18. Shide
19. Kwek
20. Jon Shin
21. Norman
22. Bryan Choong
23. Mum
24. PM Lee
25. Can’t think of anyone. No one seems to be bothered
26. Girls at YST. Although I can’t be bothered
27. Me
28. Shanghai again
29. Laura
30. Live a life that’s full. Anything that’s worth doing is worth overdoing
I slept from 5-10. A little dazed now, but I showered cold and ate a little dinner so I'm alright now.
Started this morning with someone slamming both hands heavily on my shoulder I thought I was going to sink through the floor. Literally a huge bang - Andrew Chua, brother of Matthew Chua.
The rest of the day, RE Congress, which we hardly noticed because we simply wandered around. And had lots of fun in the classrooms on the 4th floor with Hongrui and some GEPs. Even I was a little surprised at times.
After that I followed Hongrui to help him page-turn for his higher performance. Initially I thought I signed up for higher composition but apparently Miss Goh assumed again I was taking performance, which made me kind of, yeah, get a headache because I worked pretty hard for composition.
Check this out - for an impromptu stylistic imitation test which I didn't study at all for, I got 38/50! I think I was one of the top-three, if not, topped the composition class. That's...ok because I expected just a little higher.
Well, why do you ask, we're just hungry kids.
I suspect a newspaper article on me tomorrow, so go check it out. I'm going to post my interview answers here after a reporter - Deepika - asked me some questions.
Dear Deepika,
Thanks! Well basically I've competed in 2 local competitions already (National Piano and Violin Competition 2005 - 3rd prize and National Piano and Violin Competition 2007 - 2nd prize) so I wasn't that nervous. Having said that, this Ibiza competition is my second one overseas - my first one took place in Ettlingen, Germany a few weeks before the Ibiza one. I didn't win anything then.
You could say I was disappointed but yeah I worked hard enough and voila! Anyway if you are prepared all you have to do is to worry about your own music, your own performance - and to stay true to the music.
I have had these pieces for less than a year, say, eight months, and I recovered some of them along the way. The prize did come as a little surprise, being my second overseas competition, but when you're young I guess you're just a little hungrier, so after the whole competition I was thinking, "If only I had won second...". But well I'll definitely work harder!
I played three pieces -
1) Bach's D major Prelude and Fugue from the Well-Tempered Clavier, Book 1
2) Mozart's Sonata in C major K.330 [all of the movements]
3) Charles Tomlimson Griffes's Scherzo from Fantasy Pieces Op. 6 No. 3 - a really exotic piece that gives lots of room for colours
I started out at Yamaha JMC when I was about 4, and then moved on to the Nanyang Academy of Fine Arts at around 6, studied under three teachers, the last one being Mdm Fang Yuan, and finally was accepted in 2007 as a Young Artist in the Yong Siew Toh Conservatory of Music under Dr Hecht. (Pardon my long sentences. This one is short.) Erm at first it was all blood and sweat on the piano, going so much as to have an abacus beside me to count the number of Hanon piano exercises I had completed.
Then in primary school it became really tough because it bordered the "freak" sector and the "ok-let's-accept-him-into-our-society" thing. Luckily it was the latter. After that it's all about integrating it into one's life and doing the balancing act. I'm pretty surprised I've been into music for more than half of my life. (redundant part)
Yes I do play another music instruments - I play the cello in my secondary school string ensemble and I used to sing in my primary school choir. Now I still sing except in the bathroom. Occasionally I play the bass guitar but I do that by tuning the bass guitar to cello tuning, which means now I can completely jam with my friends and even perform.
Question 7 is a killer, Deepika. When I was Secondary 1-3 I balanced my academics and music pretty well, but now that music has increased in terms of portion in my life, I've really concentrated on my music. Which means my studies are now basically lagging behind so much, and it's really dangerous. I know there are other kids out there who balance their time much better than me, but me being a 16-year old bordering 'immature' and 'disorganized', I can hardly concentrate on both studies and music. [Realistically speaking though, I'll still need my A-levels so I'll just walk on and on] Ans to Question 7: Badly. But I totally enjoy what I'm doing, (already I can see nearly all the parents in Singapore shaking their heads) and granted, there'll be a way through.
Someday, somehow.
I enjoy playing the bass as previously mentioned, I do composing sometimes (which definitely hasn't reached a substantial level in terms of quality yet), and also learnt a teeny-weeny bit of conducting from my string ensemble conductor. My hobbies also include writing reviews, and I'm learning lots of tips from Dr Chang from Life! too. :) Of course, life's not all about music, so I do engage in some computer gaming (come on give me a break!). Let's put it to a few hours a month. I do play soccer too, so I'm pretty much a normal guy. Oh, and I'm your Number 1 Beatles fan. Got all of their albums and songs and have memorised every single lyric of their songs. Yes, when 90.5FM plays Beatles, I'll scream!!! like a teenage girl. You know, like, Beatlemania? I'm born half a century late.
:)
Question 9 is another killer. Anything to do with academics is. No, I'm not a straight-As student, I hope I clear the stereotype that musicians are all intellectuals with straight-As. Sometimes you can't get the best of both worlds. I'm just stupid.
I love the piano because firstly it can be a solo or an ensemble instrument. You can play it with two people, three people, or make it a piano quintet, or even two pianos, even put it in an orchestra! It's a pretty social instrument. But in detail, I find it the most beautiful instrument of all instruments - it can make the sounds of a thousand tinkling bells, the roar of the flowing river into the sea, the chirps of all the birds you can find - even Messien himself proved it was possible, him being the master of birdsong. So many composers have composed pieces with the piano imitating water, rain, fountains, seas, rivers. On the other extreme, you see Liszt composing the Dante Sonata about Dante's journey into Hell itself. Just lurrve(sp?) the piano.
My training under Dr Hecht has been one of the most inspirational periods of my life - it's really hard to start somewhere about him. Well he's a teacher who really really has no problem of trying to communicate ideas and information to you...and once you can hear what he hears, voila! That's when you experience the magic of music yourself. Sometimes I truthfully regret many people around the world never get to hear these beautiful things in their years on Earth. That's why we're here! To spread good music like a disease...
And lastly my dad works at DHL and my mum a housewife, but she passed away this year in May, so it's really been a trying time for both of us. I live in Bukit Panjang so it's 40 mins on public transport and 15 mins on private car. I have no siblings, which is good because I don't have to argue with anyone over the noise level, and bad because when I'm down and my dad's working I talk to the walls. Just kidding.
My private life's on this blog - www.i-talk-you-listen.blogspot.com . Oh wait, it's not private anymore when it's a blog! :O Post it on the papers (your choice, larh) - 16-year olds never fail to be happy when their blog hits increase.
Thanks and regards to you too!
Jonathan
some sontata - MEP guys!
An atonal work I decided to work on. Maybe not entirely atonal.
Of course, not good at all yet, lots of things to think about. I based it mostly on Ravel's Sonatine, the first movement. But the style's distinctly different. Veering on Prokofiev maybe and touching a little bit on Debussy.
On the Debussy part, yeah, I haven't posted the second page.
Sorry, I didn't do the MEME. :)
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
My desk.
While everyone's mugging for EOY, you stay put here and start blogging. Life can sometimes be a bitch, really. I shall start with the most emo sentence you can ever ever start a blogpost with.
Today is a bad day. When has a day never been today? Tomorrow? The day after the next? They will all become todays. More bad days ahead. :) Which doesn't prove anything about my mood currently. It is become, er, sort of non-chalant.
I'm currently depending on Jean Hsieh's notes to survive in physics, still mugging those same worksheets. I can't stand it though. Why can't I be practising piano, doing music now...I need to practise my Beethoven Op. 10 No. 3, but to be honest I know I can't make it in time for tomorrow. Ravel's Sonatine is a definite though. I know I can get that done, because I've been practising that. Wonder whether Dr. Hecht will mind.
Let's do a slight description of my desk, as I had done a few months ago if you readers can still remember: On my right, a calender. At my elbow, my mugging book.
Couple of pencils. A mechanical one I accidently borrowed/took/never returned/don't-call-it-steal from Paul/JonLim. Sorry. It's white in colour.
Above me on the protruded ledge a huge speaker that weights around 10kg at most, a stack of CDs in one box cover that says: Ultimate Piano Concertos, the essential masterpieces - 5CDs. For the record, I'm listening to Tchaikovsky's First Concerto now. On the most left on the ledge, a defunct scanner which I found was defunct after attempting to scan my air tickets and stubs to Jenny, an officer at the Conservatory.
Stuck on pieces of paper at the edge of the ledge that hangs down reads - "Jonathan - practise maths, physics, and chemistry" My pop.
Directly on my left, an entire stack of pure music. Ok maybe not, on top of the stack lies by 10-years-old pencil box that's all about Tweety Bird. Yes, Tweety Bird. Got it in kindergarten. Below it, the empty jewel case of the Tchaikovsky No. 1 and Rachmaninov No. 2. (Heavyweights)
Oh, shit. Ok below it is another library book I borrowed, which isn't related to music at all. But here's a section of it that does relate to music.
"What you are about to hear, comrade, is a Mozart sonata,' Luo announced, as coolly as before.
I was dumbfounded. Had he gone mad? All music by Mozart or indeed by any other Western composer had been banned years ago. In my sodden shoes my feet turned to ice. I shivered as the cold tightened its grip on me.
'What's a sonata?' the headman asked warily.
'I don't know,' I faltered. 'It's Western.'
'Is it a song?'
'More or less,' I replied evasively.
At that instant the glint of the vigilant Communist reappeared in the headman's eyes, and his voice turned hostile.
'What's the name of this song of yours?'
'Well,it's like a song, but actually it's a sonata.'
'I'm asking you what it's called!' he snapped, fixing me with his gaze.
Again I was alarmed by the three spots of blood in his left eye.
'Mozart...' I muttered.
'Mozart what?'
'Mozart is Thinking of Chairman Mao,' Luo broke in.
The audacity! But it worked: as if he had heard something miraculous, the headman's menacing look softened. He crinkled up his eyes in a wide, beatific smile.
'Mozart thinks of Mao all the time,' he said.
'Indeed, all the time,' agreed Luo.
As soon as I had tightened my bow there was a burst of applause, but I was still nervous. However, as I ran my swollen fingers over the strings, Mozart's phrases came flooding back to me like so many faithful friends. The peasants' faces, so grim a moment before, softened under the influence of Mozart's limpid music like parched earth under a shower, and then in the dancing light of the oil lamp, they blurred into one.
I played for some time. Luo lit a cigarette and smoked quietly, like a man.
This was our first taste of re-education. Luo was eight years old, I was seventeen.
Alrighty guys. There's the section - see, something about China and music. Below is a book sent to me as a gift by billionaire Eric Lim (seriously, you heard it, billionaire - he opened a South African factory with S.R Nathan last year)
It's called The Rest is Noise, and Uncle Eric if you're reading this, I'm not done reading the book yet. But it's really great. Which has really drawn me into the world of Mahler, Prokofiev, Strauss, Bartok, Copland. Yeah, it's all about 20th Century music, and it's really cleverly written. Super witty. Isn't really about the history though. Don't know how to describe it.
By the way, I think I typed the entire passage from the story in less than 3 minutes. Or maybe even 2. I'm fast. :)
Alright below the book is the manuscript paper I got from Germany - it's really super precious to me, simply because it is engineered differently. Manuscript paper that works like foolscalp? Forget finding it in Singapore. Come on, import it to Singapore please...we already have F1...
Underneath the manuscript pile is another manuscript book that I got in 2002, and in fact all my knowledge of music can be found inside these book - what I've written there can seriously be what I've been taught in Sec 4 MEP. Yeah, check it out, transposing instruments, chords and blah blah blah, thank you.
The later pages contain my sketches for the piano concerto I was mentioning about of creating, and it's still going pretty strong, except I realised yesterday in the library that one of my passages came DIRECTLY DIRECTLY from Tchaikovsky No. 1's Second Movement - the first motive.
Akkra, if you're reading this, you'll know what I mean. I played it for him once, and he said, "Hey! That part sounds like, Rachmaninov or Tchaikovsky, it's, rreeeally familiar?"
Yeap. That's the part.
What. Stop staring! I didn't mean for it to come out this way!
I'll take out the part soon enough.
The freaking scanner can't scan a sketch I had of my sonatina, because, yeap, it's dead.
Below it is Britten's Orchestral Anthology, published by Boosey and Hawkes. I got it from the Music Teachers' library last year in order to write a transcript for simply bass and piano in order for us to practise the Young Person's Guide to the Orchestra.
Never got around to doing it. Sorry Mr Sze.
After that is the Schumann score that I accompanied Jinghui with - his Violin Sonata in A minor. Really fun, except I screwed up the last movement. I should go stick my head in some mud.
Below that is the famous yellow book that contains my Shostakovich and last year's music assignments, including the C major sonata by Mozart, Faure, Liszt, Debussy.
Below that, my original Mozart score, now torn and tattered, with freaking tonnes of detail in it. Don't touch it.
Ok underneath it is my Griffes score, yellow-covered Schirmer one. And finally, at the bottom-most of the stack, is my trusty ringed-manuscript book, which has been reduced to a couple of pages because of all the pages I've torn out of it in my entire life. Let's put it to 6 years of tearing.
In front of me on the green-painted wall sticks the EOY schedule, and the contact list of 3L'07. Oh, you asking me for the difference? The difference is that Ben Liu isn't on the 4L' 08 list. Ben, you reading this? Please do CLE poster.
On the left of the freaking stack, is a container that contains another container. Yeah, trust me on that. Nothing much in it, except a metronome, and a Sistic packet that contains 6 Sistic tickets - including this Saturday's one, and at the end of the year, an ENTIRE FEATURE OF YELLOW RIVER WITH THE ORIGINAL COMPOSER PERFORMING.
Yes, you heard that babes, the objective word being ORIGINAL COMPOSER PERFORMING. Hardly believable.
On the left of the container, a new printer me dad just bought. And on the left, the entire speaker that weighs 10kg, as mentioned. And the book about Ibiza that Dr Hecht sent me. Reading it really gives me a huge sense of nostalgia.
Wait. Nostalgia? Isn't Singapore my home? Oops.
Check it out.
My entire desk. And if you refer back to paragraph 1, I'm sorry about the 'slight description' part. Really my mistake.
Cya.
Today is a bad day. When has a day never been today? Tomorrow? The day after the next? They will all become todays. More bad days ahead. :) Which doesn't prove anything about my mood currently. It is become, er, sort of non-chalant.
I'm currently depending on Jean Hsieh's notes to survive in physics, still mugging those same worksheets. I can't stand it though. Why can't I be practising piano, doing music now...I need to practise my Beethoven Op. 10 No. 3, but to be honest I know I can't make it in time for tomorrow. Ravel's Sonatine is a definite though. I know I can get that done, because I've been practising that. Wonder whether Dr. Hecht will mind.
Let's do a slight description of my desk, as I had done a few months ago if you readers can still remember: On my right, a calender. At my elbow, my mugging book.
Couple of pencils. A mechanical one I accidently borrowed/took/never returned/don't-call-it-steal from Paul/JonLim. Sorry. It's white in colour.
Above me on the protruded ledge a huge speaker that weights around 10kg at most, a stack of CDs in one box cover that says: Ultimate Piano Concertos, the essential masterpieces - 5CDs. For the record, I'm listening to Tchaikovsky's First Concerto now. On the most left on the ledge, a defunct scanner which I found was defunct after attempting to scan my air tickets and stubs to Jenny, an officer at the Conservatory.
Stuck on pieces of paper at the edge of the ledge that hangs down reads - "Jonathan - practise maths, physics, and chemistry" My pop.
Directly on my left, an entire stack of pure music. Ok maybe not, on top of the stack lies by 10-years-old pencil box that's all about Tweety Bird. Yes, Tweety Bird. Got it in kindergarten. Below it, the empty jewel case of the Tchaikovsky No. 1 and Rachmaninov No. 2. (Heavyweights)
Oh, shit. Ok below it is another library book I borrowed, which isn't related to music at all. But here's a section of it that does relate to music.
"What you are about to hear, comrade, is a Mozart sonata,' Luo announced, as coolly as before.
I was dumbfounded. Had he gone mad? All music by Mozart or indeed by any other Western composer had been banned years ago. In my sodden shoes my feet turned to ice. I shivered as the cold tightened its grip on me.
'What's a sonata?' the headman asked warily.
'I don't know,' I faltered. 'It's Western.'
'Is it a song?'
'More or less,' I replied evasively.
At that instant the glint of the vigilant Communist reappeared in the headman's eyes, and his voice turned hostile.
'What's the name of this song of yours?'
'Well,it's like a song, but actually it's a sonata.'
'I'm asking you what it's called!' he snapped, fixing me with his gaze.
Again I was alarmed by the three spots of blood in his left eye.
'Mozart...' I muttered.
'Mozart what?'
'Mozart is Thinking of Chairman Mao,' Luo broke in.
The audacity! But it worked: as if he had heard something miraculous, the headman's menacing look softened. He crinkled up his eyes in a wide, beatific smile.
'Mozart thinks of Mao all the time,' he said.
'Indeed, all the time,' agreed Luo.
As soon as I had tightened my bow there was a burst of applause, but I was still nervous. However, as I ran my swollen fingers over the strings, Mozart's phrases came flooding back to me like so many faithful friends. The peasants' faces, so grim a moment before, softened under the influence of Mozart's limpid music like parched earth under a shower, and then in the dancing light of the oil lamp, they blurred into one.
I played for some time. Luo lit a cigarette and smoked quietly, like a man.
This was our first taste of re-education. Luo was eight years old, I was seventeen.
Alrighty guys. There's the section - see, something about China and music. Below is a book sent to me as a gift by billionaire Eric Lim (seriously, you heard it, billionaire - he opened a South African factory with S.R Nathan last year)
It's called The Rest is Noise, and Uncle Eric if you're reading this, I'm not done reading the book yet. But it's really great. Which has really drawn me into the world of Mahler, Prokofiev, Strauss, Bartok, Copland. Yeah, it's all about 20th Century music, and it's really cleverly written. Super witty. Isn't really about the history though. Don't know how to describe it.
By the way, I think I typed the entire passage from the story in less than 3 minutes. Or maybe even 2. I'm fast. :)
Alright below the book is the manuscript paper I got from Germany - it's really super precious to me, simply because it is engineered differently. Manuscript paper that works like foolscalp? Forget finding it in Singapore. Come on, import it to Singapore please...we already have F1...
Underneath the manuscript pile is another manuscript book that I got in 2002, and in fact all my knowledge of music can be found inside these book - what I've written there can seriously be what I've been taught in Sec 4 MEP. Yeah, check it out, transposing instruments, chords and blah blah blah, thank you.
The later pages contain my sketches for the piano concerto I was mentioning about of creating, and it's still going pretty strong, except I realised yesterday in the library that one of my passages came DIRECTLY DIRECTLY from Tchaikovsky No. 1's Second Movement - the first motive.
Akkra, if you're reading this, you'll know what I mean. I played it for him once, and he said, "Hey! That part sounds like, Rachmaninov or Tchaikovsky, it's, rreeeally familiar?"
Yeap. That's the part.
What. Stop staring! I didn't mean for it to come out this way!
I'll take out the part soon enough.
The freaking scanner can't scan a sketch I had of my sonatina, because, yeap, it's dead.
Below it is Britten's Orchestral Anthology, published by Boosey and Hawkes. I got it from the Music Teachers' library last year in order to write a transcript for simply bass and piano in order for us to practise the Young Person's Guide to the Orchestra.
Never got around to doing it. Sorry Mr Sze.
After that is the Schumann score that I accompanied Jinghui with - his Violin Sonata in A minor. Really fun, except I screwed up the last movement. I should go stick my head in some mud.
Below that is the famous yellow book that contains my Shostakovich and last year's music assignments, including the C major sonata by Mozart, Faure, Liszt, Debussy.
Below that, my original Mozart score, now torn and tattered, with freaking tonnes of detail in it. Don't touch it.
Ok underneath it is my Griffes score, yellow-covered Schirmer one. And finally, at the bottom-most of the stack, is my trusty ringed-manuscript book, which has been reduced to a couple of pages because of all the pages I've torn out of it in my entire life. Let's put it to 6 years of tearing.
In front of me on the green-painted wall sticks the EOY schedule, and the contact list of 3L'07. Oh, you asking me for the difference? The difference is that Ben Liu isn't on the 4L' 08 list. Ben, you reading this? Please do CLE poster.
On the left of the freaking stack, is a container that contains another container. Yeah, trust me on that. Nothing much in it, except a metronome, and a Sistic packet that contains 6 Sistic tickets - including this Saturday's one, and at the end of the year, an ENTIRE FEATURE OF YELLOW RIVER WITH THE ORIGINAL COMPOSER PERFORMING.
Yes, you heard that babes, the objective word being ORIGINAL COMPOSER PERFORMING. Hardly believable.
On the left of the container, a new printer me dad just bought. And on the left, the entire speaker that weighs 10kg, as mentioned. And the book about Ibiza that Dr Hecht sent me. Reading it really gives me a huge sense of nostalgia.
Wait. Nostalgia? Isn't Singapore my home? Oops.
Check it out.
My entire desk. And if you refer back to paragraph 1, I'm sorry about the 'slight description' part. Really my mistake.
Cya.
Monday, September 29, 2008
Onwards!
Here I am, half an hour before Studio Class in the Keyboard Lab watching Tarin and Clarence practise together. I've been at the Conservatory since 10am, started out at the library and then to lunch, and then finally to practise. I swear I didn't do any composition today, simply because I didn't feel like and that I was mugging at the same time.
Believe it or not, I have started mugging physics. Amazing - something that is really unheard of me. Ok right in front of me now we have two amazing pianists practising in front of me Rachmaninov's 2nd Piano Concerto.
Let's not talk about music for the time being. It has started boring out my readers. Let's talk about my visit to Bukit Panjang Plaza.
I figured out that some salespeople have started using those metal bells to get customers attention already. But I realised the pitch of those metal bells were B-flat (specifically those bells that I heard) and then I found out, quite some years ago, that G-sharp was the best frequecy to be comfortable with because it vibrates at nearly the same frequency as the liquid in our inner ears, which makes it feel pleasing. Something for the salesmen to think about - to get customers by tinkling these G-sharp bells.
Ok, I already said, nothing about music please.
Anyway on my way out of BP I saw this 2 year toddler sitting in a pram, with his legs placed exactly the Ah-beng way, one leg in the pram, and the other relaxed, feet placed near the ground. Which really made me start thinking - one more Ah-Beng in our society. Lol. Which is really kinda stupid.
Ok to be honest I'm super uncomfortable with MacBook, because of its sharp edges that make my wrist hurt. Really un-ergonomic. Sucks. No wonder I always stick to Microsoft.
The sound of Rachmaninov run thicks and thin in my ears and goes through my blood and veins and my arteries, only to strike pangs of agony and pleasure in my heart. It is powerful. Everlasting.
If only I could write music like that. I will someday. Someday I'll look back at this blogpost, and see that I've succeeded.
Get a collection, a portfolio of works, and show them to a teacher. I'm teaching myself along the way, experimenting. I'm currently into Prokofiev.
Ok thinking about end of this year, I honestly think I'll miss all my friends in RI. But let us look forward to the future. Onwards!
Believe it or not, I have started mugging physics. Amazing - something that is really unheard of me. Ok right in front of me now we have two amazing pianists practising in front of me Rachmaninov's 2nd Piano Concerto.
Let's not talk about music for the time being. It has started boring out my readers. Let's talk about my visit to Bukit Panjang Plaza.
I figured out that some salespeople have started using those metal bells to get customers attention already. But I realised the pitch of those metal bells were B-flat (specifically those bells that I heard) and then I found out, quite some years ago, that G-sharp was the best frequecy to be comfortable with because it vibrates at nearly the same frequency as the liquid in our inner ears, which makes it feel pleasing. Something for the salesmen to think about - to get customers by tinkling these G-sharp bells.
Ok, I already said, nothing about music please.
Anyway on my way out of BP I saw this 2 year toddler sitting in a pram, with his legs placed exactly the Ah-beng way, one leg in the pram, and the other relaxed, feet placed near the ground. Which really made me start thinking - one more Ah-Beng in our society. Lol. Which is really kinda stupid.
Ok to be honest I'm super uncomfortable with MacBook, because of its sharp edges that make my wrist hurt. Really un-ergonomic. Sucks. No wonder I always stick to Microsoft.
The sound of Rachmaninov run thicks and thin in my ears and goes through my blood and veins and my arteries, only to strike pangs of agony and pleasure in my heart. It is powerful. Everlasting.
If only I could write music like that. I will someday. Someday I'll look back at this blogpost, and see that I've succeeded.
Get a collection, a portfolio of works, and show them to a teacher. I'm teaching myself along the way, experimenting. I'm currently into Prokofiev.
Ok thinking about end of this year, I honestly think I'll miss all my friends in RI. But let us look forward to the future. Onwards!
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Alright kids here's Bach Chorale Modified (after hearing it a thousand times) on Finale. Created, edited, printed, and blogged. As in, blogged, not blogg-ed.
I'll be putting up the recording of it after next Saturday. And I think there will be a Strait Times interview in Life! next Saturday too with me in it.
Do catch it!
I'll be putting up the recording of it after next Saturday. And I think there will be a Strait Times interview in Life! next Saturday too with me in it.
Do catch it!
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Bach Chorale Modified Full Score
Alright. Here's what's been going on with me for the past few days. Including all the snacking and stuff. Bach Chorale Modified has been so much fun!
The whole thing is scored for 4 violins, 1 cello, and 1 piano. If you can see clearly, there are four sections, each with a different rhythm, and probably in dance styles that stretch centuries. And if you look closely, you can see lyrics and some percussion too!
The whole thing is scored for 4 violins, 1 cello, and 1 piano. If you can see clearly, there are four sections, each with a different rhythm, and probably in dance styles that stretch centuries. And if you look closely, you can see lyrics and some percussion too!
Monday, September 22, 2008
What a week.
Such a loser at blogging, after not posting for a week and leaving my readers bitterly disappointed. Ok here were the day's events.
The day started at 5pm on Saturday, where we were supposed to meet at Little India. Liyoung, Kakiong, Zhongren were there to greet me cos I was the last to arrive (came from my cousin's house at Serangoon after spending time with Finale). Our objective? To buy props for the up-coming Literature play that would be on Tuesday.
Pardon my English if you do spot any grammar mistakes, because I've not slept a wink for approximately 22 hours.
Ok here is the prop list:
Watches
Hourglasses
Calender
Fake Arm
Fake Blood
.
.
.
.
Just realised there are other groups reading. But heck. Well we managed to get 4 of the items we needed from Little India, then after that we went to Dhoby Ghaut to buy some cloth from Spotlight, and some more prop materials.
We only need one item now, and that is Fake Blood. Any ideas?
We headed for Dhoby Ghaut station and we met up with Clinton, and 5/7 of the group was finally together. Headed off for Serangoon, where we were going to meet up with Shide (6/7 of the group) at his house. Reached his house at around 8pm and started work.
We did a reading of the script, then KFC delivery came and we ate for half an hour, locked some people in the basement, switched off the lights and had a huge laugh all about. Oh, in case I forget to type it here, Shide's house is a gazillion storeys high. Well, what do you expect, a Shide-ish house for someone like Shide. huge.
After the dinner, we went up to his room and rehearsed from 9-12am, and then we were planning on how to leave. Unfortunately taxis were at their peak hour, and MRTs and buses were all like, gone?
So everyone decided we should stay over, and decided to play with the Wii for probably an hour before sleeping. Which didn't really happened because everyone spammed the Wii for an hour and a half, and someone then discovered that Shide actually had Grand Theft Auto IV, which was based super-heavily on New York City.
Ok here are the facts: GTA IV has a rating of 10/10 from almost every game magazine, and it is wholly reserved, because we got a freaking shock at the graphics and how freaking realistic everything was. Sparkling waters, wispy clouds, things that actually immediately move when we hit them.
Anyway memorable moments included the part where Zhongren revved the helicopter all the way over Brooklin Bridge and landed on one of the suspension columns, before disembarking. He then proceeds to fire at everything below him, flinging grenades, firing bazookas, and continuously sniping.
It's really addictive, and no one got a sleep that night, but all memorised our scripts anyway :)
But it was so inspiring that Clinton Zhongren and I, on our way back home, had to imitate a bank-robbery escape. Imagine three people in the drizzle running, shoes pounding hard on the cold pavements, and shouting, "How much have you got there?!"
"Seven...seven hundred!" "Great, I've six fifty here, let's find a place to divide them later!"
Ok whatever we looked like a bunch of madmen. I think we were.
THe rest of the week? Well basically Thursday was the day I allocated to finish up my Bach Chorale Modified, which means no more dragging. I finished 1/6 of it that day, so I decided to spend the whole of Friday doing it, and I finally finished the whole thing at around 2.30am in the morning.
My diet's really terrible I realised.
Mcdonalds, instant noodles, KFC. Everything needs to be fast, to be quick, to be handed it on time. No delays, quick quick quick and more quick.
I'm thinking whether I should join the singing contest for my church. Actually maybe no, because I've NO TIME.
Ok now, on to engraving.
Will post my entire Bach Chorale Modified here tomorrow or some other day.
Love you girls.
The day started at 5pm on Saturday, where we were supposed to meet at Little India. Liyoung, Kakiong, Zhongren were there to greet me cos I was the last to arrive (came from my cousin's house at Serangoon after spending time with Finale). Our objective? To buy props for the up-coming Literature play that would be on Tuesday.
Pardon my English if you do spot any grammar mistakes, because I've not slept a wink for approximately 22 hours.
Ok here is the prop list:
Watches
Hourglasses
Calender
Fake Arm
Fake Blood
.
.
.
.
Just realised there are other groups reading. But heck. Well we managed to get 4 of the items we needed from Little India, then after that we went to Dhoby Ghaut to buy some cloth from Spotlight, and some more prop materials.
We only need one item now, and that is Fake Blood. Any ideas?
We headed for Dhoby Ghaut station and we met up with Clinton, and 5/7 of the group was finally together. Headed off for Serangoon, where we were going to meet up with Shide (6/7 of the group) at his house. Reached his house at around 8pm and started work.
We did a reading of the script, then KFC delivery came and we ate for half an hour, locked some people in the basement, switched off the lights and had a huge laugh all about. Oh, in case I forget to type it here, Shide's house is a gazillion storeys high. Well, what do you expect, a Shide-ish house for someone like Shide. huge.
After the dinner, we went up to his room and rehearsed from 9-12am, and then we were planning on how to leave. Unfortunately taxis were at their peak hour, and MRTs and buses were all like, gone?
So everyone decided we should stay over, and decided to play with the Wii for probably an hour before sleeping. Which didn't really happened because everyone spammed the Wii for an hour and a half, and someone then discovered that Shide actually had Grand Theft Auto IV, which was based super-heavily on New York City.
Ok here are the facts: GTA IV has a rating of 10/10 from almost every game magazine, and it is wholly reserved, because we got a freaking shock at the graphics and how freaking realistic everything was. Sparkling waters, wispy clouds, things that actually immediately move when we hit them.
Anyway memorable moments included the part where Zhongren revved the helicopter all the way over Brooklin Bridge and landed on one of the suspension columns, before disembarking. He then proceeds to fire at everything below him, flinging grenades, firing bazookas, and continuously sniping.
It's really addictive, and no one got a sleep that night, but all memorised our scripts anyway :)
But it was so inspiring that Clinton Zhongren and I, on our way back home, had to imitate a bank-robbery escape. Imagine three people in the drizzle running, shoes pounding hard on the cold pavements, and shouting, "How much have you got there?!"
"Seven...seven hundred!" "Great, I've six fifty here, let's find a place to divide them later!"
Ok whatever we looked like a bunch of madmen. I think we were.
THe rest of the week? Well basically Thursday was the day I allocated to finish up my Bach Chorale Modified, which means no more dragging. I finished 1/6 of it that day, so I decided to spend the whole of Friday doing it, and I finally finished the whole thing at around 2.30am in the morning.
My diet's really terrible I realised.
Mcdonalds, instant noodles, KFC. Everything needs to be fast, to be quick, to be handed it on time. No delays, quick quick quick and more quick.
I'm thinking whether I should join the singing contest for my church. Actually maybe no, because I've NO TIME.
Ok now, on to engraving.
Will post my entire Bach Chorale Modified here tomorrow or some other day.
Love you girls.
Monday, September 15, 2008
This Week in this post
Instead of talking about EOYs, I will be talking about some assignments (really fun ones) I have for this week.
1) Dr Edwards's Bach Chorale MODIFIED: Ok what we're supposed to do here is we are given a Bach Chorale written on piano. And we're writing it for 4 violins, 1 cello, and 1 piano!
We're allowed to change the rhythm, the register, the note value, the articulation, the dynamics and anything but the pitch.
Great. (something evil up my mind)
2) No other assignments except I've been creating them my own. Well of course ever on-going is my work on a piano concerto in a late Romantic form. Hopefully by the time I finish JC 1 I'm done with it. And it would by then have been revised over and over.
3) Yesterday in the shower I thought how easy it would be to write a string quartet but then I decided to put it in the recesses of my mind because I got too many things.
4) BUT IT'll be much easier to write a violin sonata why not? Because I have no good lack of melodies in my head and with thematic organization, NP!
And then now EOYs.
I'll be honest with all of you.
Ever since I started working on moles in Chemistry, I've never understood a SINGLE THING AFTER THAT. I've never understood anything at all after we started moles. I've been lost in oblivion.
Just like, poof, ok now I'm at a blank. So everytime I'm at Chemistry lesson I would just sit at my chair and look at what's happening around me - all the symbols and shit passing by while everyone seems to be getting it and writing it all down.
Don't blame me for not studying - no matter how many times I've studied it's all hopeless. In Secondary 3 everytime I mugged Chemistry I just can't link anything together.
It's this, you know...
like...indescribable phenomenom.
I know I can study Mathematics, but yes, that I'm too plain lazy. But I'll study them (luckily) during the break before the EOYs.
I think everyone takes it too heavily. Like, "EOYs EOYs".
To which all my classmates will say, "Johnny you piece of s---" Haha, love you guys.
Ok anyway I really have to talk about the day that we had a winning streak. Or at least I had a winning streak. It all started when we were having an English lesson after school ended.
And I was supposed to present my English Oral Defence, together with Bryan Choong and Benjamin Low. (who were coincedentally my RE group in my class - Hongrui was in another). Maybe we were too busy hm. Anyway yeah, in the Oral Defence you're supposed to defend the Raffles Programme and how good it is.
The thing was, I haven't done anything on the Powerpoint at all, I've not started, not put any thoughts to it. All I had was my thumbdrive.
So I was like, "Ok Mdm, I need to set up first. " Alright, so I get to "set up" but apparently I took too long, so she decided to get out of the class for a while to go show her face in some Literature seminar.
And that was when I started doing my presentation. As in like, seriously doing it, creating new slides blah blah blah. Ok not something to be proud of but the problem was that there was no problem! Which really reminds me of a song I would like to put here to thank all my friends who were there along the long long way of ten minutes.
Thank you guys! I managed to complete the whole thing and with the thumbdrive I got the pictures!
The thing was, it was a successful presentation if you were asking.
Second one of the same day was the Dick Lee Biography Presentation/ Trailer that we did the day before until around 8.30pm.
Ms Chew kept asking questions and we all defended them really well, plus she went on with our RE project, the one on the National Day song.
And the last item of the day was Nigel, Joseph and me. We decided to walk in for Rafflesian Spotlight, which we did at around 4.30pm. Our little act was to let the audience select any body of text, and we would sing it.
And we did. Harmonized so perfectly, Nigel's melody was great, and Joseph's guitar instincts were at their best. Judges laughed till they literally hit the ground. "Other groups spend so many years trying to harmonize, but you guys...you guys just did it perfectly in less than, what?"
Well, we've got the class to thank!
Oh and before I go, I have to announce a Primarily Piano concert I'll be performing in tomorrow at 7.30 at YST Concert Hall! I'll be playing the Griffes Scherzo so do come down and support me if you guys want to.
1) Dr Edwards's Bach Chorale MODIFIED: Ok what we're supposed to do here is we are given a Bach Chorale written on piano. And we're writing it for 4 violins, 1 cello, and 1 piano!
We're allowed to change the rhythm, the register, the note value, the articulation, the dynamics and anything but the pitch.
Great. (something evil up my mind)
2) No other assignments except I've been creating them my own. Well of course ever on-going is my work on a piano concerto in a late Romantic form. Hopefully by the time I finish JC 1 I'm done with it. And it would by then have been revised over and over.
3) Yesterday in the shower I thought how easy it would be to write a string quartet but then I decided to put it in the recesses of my mind because I got too many things.
4) BUT IT'll be much easier to write a violin sonata why not? Because I have no good lack of melodies in my head and with thematic organization, NP!
And then now EOYs.
I'll be honest with all of you.
Ever since I started working on moles in Chemistry, I've never understood a SINGLE THING AFTER THAT. I've never understood anything at all after we started moles. I've been lost in oblivion.
Just like, poof, ok now I'm at a blank. So everytime I'm at Chemistry lesson I would just sit at my chair and look at what's happening around me - all the symbols and shit passing by while everyone seems to be getting it and writing it all down.
Don't blame me for not studying - no matter how many times I've studied it's all hopeless. In Secondary 3 everytime I mugged Chemistry I just can't link anything together.
It's this, you know...
like...indescribable phenomenom.
I know I can study Mathematics, but yes, that I'm too plain lazy. But I'll study them (luckily) during the break before the EOYs.
I think everyone takes it too heavily. Like, "EOYs EOYs".
To which all my classmates will say, "Johnny you piece of s---" Haha, love you guys.
Ok anyway I really have to talk about the day that we had a winning streak. Or at least I had a winning streak. It all started when we were having an English lesson after school ended.
And I was supposed to present my English Oral Defence, together with Bryan Choong and Benjamin Low. (who were coincedentally my RE group in my class - Hongrui was in another). Maybe we were too busy hm. Anyway yeah, in the Oral Defence you're supposed to defend the Raffles Programme and how good it is.
The thing was, I haven't done anything on the Powerpoint at all, I've not started, not put any thoughts to it. All I had was my thumbdrive.
So I was like, "Ok Mdm, I need to set up first. " Alright, so I get to "set up" but apparently I took too long, so she decided to get out of the class for a while to go show her face in some Literature seminar.
And that was when I started doing my presentation. As in like, seriously doing it, creating new slides blah blah blah. Ok not something to be proud of but the problem was that there was no problem! Which really reminds me of a song I would like to put here to thank all my friends who were there along the long long way of ten minutes.
Thank you guys! I managed to complete the whole thing and with the thumbdrive I got the pictures!
The thing was, it was a successful presentation if you were asking.
Second one of the same day was the Dick Lee Biography Presentation/ Trailer that we did the day before until around 8.30pm.
Ms Chew kept asking questions and we all defended them really well, plus she went on with our RE project, the one on the National Day song.
And the last item of the day was Nigel, Joseph and me. We decided to walk in for Rafflesian Spotlight, which we did at around 4.30pm. Our little act was to let the audience select any body of text, and we would sing it.
And we did. Harmonized so perfectly, Nigel's melody was great, and Joseph's guitar instincts were at their best. Judges laughed till they literally hit the ground. "Other groups spend so many years trying to harmonize, but you guys...you guys just did it perfectly in less than, what?"
Well, we've got the class to thank!
Oh and before I go, I have to announce a Primarily Piano concert I'll be performing in tomorrow at 7.30 at YST Concert Hall! I'll be playing the Griffes Scherzo so do come down and support me if you guys want to.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
settled in ibiza after coming from frankfurt
I just realised my posts are rather sparse. They don't give any actual detail, any actual meat, any thing. Let me give you real detail about the Spain trip.
Alright I'm very accustomed to traveling actually, and if I'm going to have to pack things for a trip myself and go travelling myself, I'm pretty sure I can do it.
3-collared T-shirts (should have gotten 4), three white plain collarless shirts to be worn for sleeping or the most casual wear, three boxers, three packets of underwear (disposables are freaking useful on a overseas trip - don't have to wash just throw away) and 4 Levi jeans, 2 performance clothings, one performance pants, and finally 2 pairs of shoes (performance shoes and outside shoes)
For girls it definitely will be more difficult, with all the neccesities and whatsoever - makeup, performance gowns, blah blah blah.
So I didn't have to check in any luggage at all, just having a hand-carry luggage and a slingbag with me. One pair of shoes amazingly stuffed inside the luggage, snuggled nicely.
Alright here's what to watch out for when travelling - don't bring any liquids, just drink from the airport. But for domestic flights it's really easy to smuggle water bottles through because they don't screen you at all. Otherwise, big airports like Frankfurt, Singapore, New York, yeah just don't even buy water bottles before you get in.
And when you do buy from the duty-free shops after passing the check-point, remember you have to drink it all up before you can board the plane.
While on the plane, act coy with the stewardess and get favour from them. Just kidding. Be polite and add-in some wit in your words, and when you do have to go for toilet breaks do strike up some conversation with them while waiting outside the toilet. They will be super friendly, and I'm serious most of them are quite genuine and kind and willing to help, lah.
There's definitely no need to press for the 'steward help' button if you can just wait for them (I never did since I turned 12.) ...but when you do press it they come immediately.
I took lots of peanuts and bread on the plane, and washed them all down with water. Really great stuff. Watched two different set of movies already, because I left on SIA on 29th August, which means they showed a set of movies and shows (more than a hundred), and I came back on the 8th September (an entirely new set of movies). And great, no pictures of the planes.
I've recently been talking to my classmates about the turbulence, and about the mini-orgasms that possibly could have occured for some of my friends. I've told Dr Hecht that I rather wait to perform than sit through a turbulence. I'm wrong, I think. Sitting here in the comfort of my chair I think I rather sit through a turbulence than perform.
But I guess when you survive more turbulence and realised you were never going to go unconscious or explode into pieces, you get less worried. But sometimes I do have an image that God is holding the plane in his hands, and once when I travelled from Majorca to Ibiza I thought of that, and surprisingly I slept through the turbulence and all the way till landing.
Nice, huh?
Ok my flight plan was this - First to Frankfurt (3rd time in a month, after Ettlingen competition), then after that to Majorca (where Chopin took his break to write his Preludes, he went there with George Sand - it looks really dusty and windy to have a nice, cosy winter there.) And then finally to Ibiza - of course, buses will be provided when you travel between the terminal to the aeroplanes in the smaller airports, because there's not enough space for all the planes to be beside the terminal itself so we can walk via a duct.
If you realised most times when you do go out travelling probably the only way of getting into the aeroplane was through a huge duct which we would walk through, this long cuboid tube that twists and turns and leads to the plane itself. And has a distinctively nice smell.
Well in domestic travelling you'll have to take a bus to the plane itself, and then board up a staircase. Watch out for your luggages then! Everyone will be climbing up the staircase then so yeah just don't bowl over, because the winds from the turbines can get really strong. But you feel great once you're at the top of the staircase beside the plane, 'cos the wind is blowing in thy hair and thy hand is on thy luggage, proud and standeth tall.
No major food will be provided on the domestic flights, as I had from Majorca to Ibiza. Just had a piece of bread, and watched Mr Bean from well, a shared TV-screen by 6 people.
Skip the major boring parts.
Reached Ibiza, and we were received by one of the organizer's mum, and another guy who was part of the organization team. But first, a map of Ibiza.
Ok, three important places to note. Click on the map - San Antonio, where the contestants' hotel is, Santa Eulalia, where the judges' hotel is, and finally San Carlos, which is located in small print. If you draw a straight line from San Juan to Santa Eulalia, and look right of it, where you see a crossroad, you can see San Carlos exactly there.
For the first two days in Ibiza I stayed with Dr Hecht at Santa Eulalia, before we went to San Carlos (the competition venue itself) and then I joined up with the contestants.
Of course, some pictures of San Carlos and the places I have dwelled around in San Carlos.
Lots more pictures to blog - including the places I blog, the benches at sit at to compose outside the concert hall, and wonderful beaches.
Alright I'm very accustomed to traveling actually, and if I'm going to have to pack things for a trip myself and go travelling myself, I'm pretty sure I can do it.
3-collared T-shirts (should have gotten 4), three white plain collarless shirts to be worn for sleeping or the most casual wear, three boxers, three packets of underwear (disposables are freaking useful on a overseas trip - don't have to wash just throw away) and 4 Levi jeans, 2 performance clothings, one performance pants, and finally 2 pairs of shoes (performance shoes and outside shoes)
For girls it definitely will be more difficult, with all the neccesities and whatsoever - makeup, performance gowns, blah blah blah.
So I didn't have to check in any luggage at all, just having a hand-carry luggage and a slingbag with me. One pair of shoes amazingly stuffed inside the luggage, snuggled nicely.
Alright here's what to watch out for when travelling - don't bring any liquids, just drink from the airport. But for domestic flights it's really easy to smuggle water bottles through because they don't screen you at all. Otherwise, big airports like Frankfurt, Singapore, New York, yeah just don't even buy water bottles before you get in.
And when you do buy from the duty-free shops after passing the check-point, remember you have to drink it all up before you can board the plane.
While on the plane, act coy with the stewardess and get favour from them. Just kidding. Be polite and add-in some wit in your words, and when you do have to go for toilet breaks do strike up some conversation with them while waiting outside the toilet. They will be super friendly, and I'm serious most of them are quite genuine and kind and willing to help, lah.
There's definitely no need to press for the 'steward help' button if you can just wait for them (I never did since I turned 12.) ...but when you do press it they come immediately.
I took lots of peanuts and bread on the plane, and washed them all down with water. Really great stuff. Watched two different set of movies already, because I left on SIA on 29th August, which means they showed a set of movies and shows (more than a hundred), and I came back on the 8th September (an entirely new set of movies). And great, no pictures of the planes.
I've recently been talking to my classmates about the turbulence, and about the mini-orgasms that possibly could have occured for some of my friends. I've told Dr Hecht that I rather wait to perform than sit through a turbulence. I'm wrong, I think. Sitting here in the comfort of my chair I think I rather sit through a turbulence than perform.
But I guess when you survive more turbulence and realised you were never going to go unconscious or explode into pieces, you get less worried. But sometimes I do have an image that God is holding the plane in his hands, and once when I travelled from Majorca to Ibiza I thought of that, and surprisingly I slept through the turbulence and all the way till landing.
Nice, huh?
Ok my flight plan was this - First to Frankfurt (3rd time in a month, after Ettlingen competition), then after that to Majorca (where Chopin took his break to write his Preludes, he went there with George Sand - it looks really dusty and windy to have a nice, cosy winter there.) And then finally to Ibiza - of course, buses will be provided when you travel between the terminal to the aeroplanes in the smaller airports, because there's not enough space for all the planes to be beside the terminal itself so we can walk via a duct.
If you realised most times when you do go out travelling probably the only way of getting into the aeroplane was through a huge duct which we would walk through, this long cuboid tube that twists and turns and leads to the plane itself. And has a distinctively nice smell.
Well in domestic travelling you'll have to take a bus to the plane itself, and then board up a staircase. Watch out for your luggages then! Everyone will be climbing up the staircase then so yeah just don't bowl over, because the winds from the turbines can get really strong. But you feel great once you're at the top of the staircase beside the plane, 'cos the wind is blowing in thy hair and thy hand is on thy luggage, proud and standeth tall.
No major food will be provided on the domestic flights, as I had from Majorca to Ibiza. Just had a piece of bread, and watched Mr Bean from well, a shared TV-screen by 6 people.
Skip the major boring parts.
Reached Ibiza, and we were received by one of the organizer's mum, and another guy who was part of the organization team. But first, a map of Ibiza.
Ok, three important places to note. Click on the map - San Antonio, where the contestants' hotel is, Santa Eulalia, where the judges' hotel is, and finally San Carlos, which is located in small print. If you draw a straight line from San Juan to Santa Eulalia, and look right of it, where you see a crossroad, you can see San Carlos exactly there.
For the first two days in Ibiza I stayed with Dr Hecht at Santa Eulalia, before we went to San Carlos (the competition venue itself) and then I joined up with the contestants.
Of course, some pictures of San Carlos and the places I have dwelled around in San Carlos.
Lots more pictures to blog - including the places I blog, the benches at sit at to compose outside the concert hall, and wonderful beaches.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
First days again
Ok I owe you guys a freaking update on everything. EVERYTHING.
So we started off on Friday, the day after I attended MEP and the concert featuring the young talents of Singapore. Great. Fantastic hit to my ego, ego points currently at 0.
Ok pardon me if I get typo errors, but I would just like to say I'm having a little problem trying to negotiate this keyboard because I still feel a little woozy from the 12-hour flight from Frankfurt all the way to Singapore.
For all the hype and stuff, there were only 5 contestants in my category. A visually-handicapped girl who was 10 years old beat me to second, and a reasonable good guy got first.
Well, welcome to the crazy world of music.
And Spain was really freaking memorable. On the first few days I was staying in the judges hotel.
Ok update you later.
So we started off on Friday, the day after I attended MEP and the concert featuring the young talents of Singapore. Great. Fantastic hit to my ego, ego points currently at 0.
Ok pardon me if I get typo errors, but I would just like to say I'm having a little problem trying to negotiate this keyboard because I still feel a little woozy from the 12-hour flight from Frankfurt all the way to Singapore.
For all the hype and stuff, there were only 5 contestants in my category. A visually-handicapped girl who was 10 years old beat me to second, and a reasonable good guy got first.
Well, welcome to the crazy world of music.
And Spain was really freaking memorable. On the first few days I was staying in the judges hotel.
Ok update you later.
Saturday, September 6, 2008
SPAIN SPAIN
Fine. SOmeone asked for an update so I will update you guys a little about Spain. Firstly, I would like to announce that I didn´t bring a camera there so I don´t get to share the sights with you! THE FREAKING SIGHTS ARE WONDERFUL!!! Ok, so half of you should have already clicked and left this blog. (reverse psychology)
Secondly I need to explain how I got this computer - it´s eight Euros for one hour, so that means altogether 20 dollars for one hour. That´s how I got it.
Ok some updates on the Competition - for my category there are only five people competing. So if I don´t win something (the results are tomorrow), I will really really quit performing and spend the rest of my years in recluse.
Actually I felt I did EVERYTHING that I was supposed to do, all the nuances and all the pedalling. And I listened to the acoustics around me, and it worked fine. But the only problem was I made some stupid slips that were totally unnessecary. Like, you know, the left hand working fine and the right hand suddenly slipping.
I hate my composure sometimes. On the performance stage.
I have the hotel room to myself, entirely, so I spend most of my days journeying to the competition centre itself by a free bus that takes everyone along. On somedays though I stay in the hotel room composing, and on that side I do have good news.
Unfortunately (Fortunately) you guys wouldn´t get to be hearing another improvisation from me because there are only 5 pianos around this whole city and everyone really takes turns to go to them.
The environment here is freaking nice also because everyone has breakfast together, and I have made some really good friends from my category already. One from Porto, and the other from Mallorca. :)
I came here with Dr Hecht (as already mentioned previously) but he´s staying in the judge hotel, which of course we can´t access because we are contestants.
To be honest I haven´t even touched any beaches or swam yet because I simply don´t feel like exposing my body to the freaking sun. Í´m tanned enough thank you, if I want to get more tanned no one can see me anymore.
Tomorrow is results day, and I can hard-hard-hardly wait lah...my first international break. No, seriously, if I´m not going to get anything I´ll be feeling depressed. Like seriously depressed. Capital D Depressed...The beaches are beautiful, there´s a wonderful Sun here, and a really cool breeze that floats across the island.
The only thing I´m not looking forward to are the flights. They really are turbulence-attractors. Nearly shit in my pants the last time I was on the plane.
I´m looking forward to Singapore too - Rafflesian Spotlight! Of course I´ll be hoping to come back with my first international break. Wouldn´t disappoint you guys!!!
Off to play Grand Theft Auto now, originally was supposed to be, but saw Fiona´s tag on blogging. Just had to.
Love you girls.
Secondly I need to explain how I got this computer - it´s eight Euros for one hour, so that means altogether 20 dollars for one hour. That´s how I got it.
Ok some updates on the Competition - for my category there are only five people competing. So if I don´t win something (the results are tomorrow), I will really really quit performing and spend the rest of my years in recluse.
Actually I felt I did EVERYTHING that I was supposed to do, all the nuances and all the pedalling. And I listened to the acoustics around me, and it worked fine. But the only problem was I made some stupid slips that were totally unnessecary. Like, you know, the left hand working fine and the right hand suddenly slipping.
I hate my composure sometimes. On the performance stage.
I have the hotel room to myself, entirely, so I spend most of my days journeying to the competition centre itself by a free bus that takes everyone along. On somedays though I stay in the hotel room composing, and on that side I do have good news.
Unfortunately (Fortunately) you guys wouldn´t get to be hearing another improvisation from me because there are only 5 pianos around this whole city and everyone really takes turns to go to them.
The environment here is freaking nice also because everyone has breakfast together, and I have made some really good friends from my category already. One from Porto, and the other from Mallorca. :)
I came here with Dr Hecht (as already mentioned previously) but he´s staying in the judge hotel, which of course we can´t access because we are contestants.
To be honest I haven´t even touched any beaches or swam yet because I simply don´t feel like exposing my body to the freaking sun. Í´m tanned enough thank you, if I want to get more tanned no one can see me anymore.
Tomorrow is results day, and I can hard-hard-hardly wait lah...my first international break. No, seriously, if I´m not going to get anything I´ll be feeling depressed. Like seriously depressed. Capital D Depressed...The beaches are beautiful, there´s a wonderful Sun here, and a really cool breeze that floats across the island.
The only thing I´m not looking forward to are the flights. They really are turbulence-attractors. Nearly shit in my pants the last time I was on the plane.
I´m looking forward to Singapore too - Rafflesian Spotlight! Of course I´ll be hoping to come back with my first international break. Wouldn´t disappoint you guys!!!
Off to play Grand Theft Auto now, originally was supposed to be, but saw Fiona´s tag on blogging. Just had to.
Love you girls.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
2 days to Spain
Just done showering - I came back at around 10.45 today after a 8-10pm piano lesson with Zhang Aidi. Played the whole Spain program. Can't really say I'm feeling tired, because after a hot bath one always feels refreshed. It feels damn good sitting here though on the 22nd storey.
Cock my head to one side, and I see all the way till the tall hills of Malaysia, which are about a few hundred kilometres away from here, but still taller than all the HDB blocks in front of it. I wonder what's going on in those hills now - sometimes this sense of mystery gets the better of me, you know? It's like, sitting in front of your desk at 1am and then wondering, what's out there in the dark? What is it like out there? I got an experience of that in Germany, passing all those huge hills and mountains at 10pm.
And then you start wondering, why are they so dark, so black? I mean, what's in them? Of course, nocturnal animals la. But isn't it always so fun to think about what creatures seem to lurk in those forested areas, covered by Mother Nature herself.
Another 2 more days before I leave for Spain...Feeling pretty hungry now. Should I eat?
Recently I went to the library and saw the book about Journal Writing. Not much inside can be used for online journal writing, so I didn't take much notice of it. Until...nope. No until. Never saw it again.
Which reminds me that I should be in bed reading the book that I borrowed. Jonathan Shin does follow book series, and there's one I follow really tightly. That's the Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. I love his style of writing! Anyway talking about styles I'm trying to combine both the styles of Chopin's simply pianistic writing and Rachmaninov's strong harmonies into my as-of-now still shitty composing.
But I like the method I'm using. Although it's super slow I think it's super effective. I mean, why not, learning it by yourself simply by looking at other composers' works, dissecting them, looking at them from the macro then micro scale, and then back again.
Comparing them, then using all these things. You're ready to roll.
I'm real glad though that we have finally signed up for Rafflesian Spotlight. Never knew our class people had this talent. You see, we're able to sing any given lyrics. ANY given body of text. Then give us 30 seconds, and then it's ready. It's an entirely presentable song.
It's really a talent. To be able to listen, while at the same time create new melodies with these harmonies. And one doesn't even KNOW the harmonies. Please do join me applauding Nigel, Joseph. It's fun to know that lots of other people want to do what we're doing, because it's special.
Had a rollicking time with Kakiong and Liyoung in the jamming room also, me on bass giving the Dm, F, G, F, and just putting them on near-max volume insane mode, Kakiong on the whining leads and roaring rhythms, and Liyoung with split-second perfect drum playing. Just loved the part where he threw his stick into the air, and sent it crashing down directly on the beat.
We were probably all drooling on the floor and screaming, but I knew after that I was totally spent in dad's car. Just drooping my head with all the fatigue of playing. It's a totally different story 12 hours later though.
Quiet.
Reflective.
Introspective.
Just the sound of music in my head, waiting to be placed on paper. As I have told lots of people, every musician can have the most wonderful melodies in their head. But only the composer can put it on paper.
Guten Nacht.
Cock my head to one side, and I see all the way till the tall hills of Malaysia, which are about a few hundred kilometres away from here, but still taller than all the HDB blocks in front of it. I wonder what's going on in those hills now - sometimes this sense of mystery gets the better of me, you know? It's like, sitting in front of your desk at 1am and then wondering, what's out there in the dark? What is it like out there? I got an experience of that in Germany, passing all those huge hills and mountains at 10pm.
And then you start wondering, why are they so dark, so black? I mean, what's in them? Of course, nocturnal animals la. But isn't it always so fun to think about what creatures seem to lurk in those forested areas, covered by Mother Nature herself.
Another 2 more days before I leave for Spain...Feeling pretty hungry now. Should I eat?
Recently I went to the library and saw the book about Journal Writing. Not much inside can be used for online journal writing, so I didn't take much notice of it. Until...nope. No until. Never saw it again.
Which reminds me that I should be in bed reading the book that I borrowed. Jonathan Shin does follow book series, and there's one I follow really tightly. That's the Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. I love his style of writing! Anyway talking about styles I'm trying to combine both the styles of Chopin's simply pianistic writing and Rachmaninov's strong harmonies into my as-of-now still shitty composing.
But I like the method I'm using. Although it's super slow I think it's super effective. I mean, why not, learning it by yourself simply by looking at other composers' works, dissecting them, looking at them from the macro then micro scale, and then back again.
Comparing them, then using all these things. You're ready to roll.
I'm real glad though that we have finally signed up for Rafflesian Spotlight. Never knew our class people had this talent. You see, we're able to sing any given lyrics. ANY given body of text. Then give us 30 seconds, and then it's ready. It's an entirely presentable song.
It's really a talent. To be able to listen, while at the same time create new melodies with these harmonies. And one doesn't even KNOW the harmonies. Please do join me applauding Nigel, Joseph. It's fun to know that lots of other people want to do what we're doing, because it's special.
Had a rollicking time with Kakiong and Liyoung in the jamming room also, me on bass giving the Dm, F, G, F, and just putting them on near-max volume insane mode, Kakiong on the whining leads and roaring rhythms, and Liyoung with split-second perfect drum playing. Just loved the part where he threw his stick into the air, and sent it crashing down directly on the beat.
We were probably all drooling on the floor and screaming, but I knew after that I was totally spent in dad's car. Just drooping my head with all the fatigue of playing. It's a totally different story 12 hours later though.
Quiet.
Reflective.
Introspective.
Just the sound of music in my head, waiting to be placed on paper. As I have told lots of people, every musician can have the most wonderful melodies in their head. But only the composer can put it on paper.
Guten Nacht.
Monday, August 25, 2008
Found my first-ever photo taken with Dr Hecht
My first ever photo with Dr. Hecht! I found it in my only thumbdrive I ever had. Here it is:
That was when I played Debussy Reflections of the Water for him (which I screwed up pretty badly - bet it was mosquito music) and then after that Granados Allegro de Concierto.
This photo was taken in Secondary 2 by my mum I think.
K that's all, hope you guys enjoy the blog music. I simply hate the recording though, because it was done in a super enclosed room. And it is COMPLETELY improvised so I didn't think of any segments of it before I played the entire piece.
But I personally I think I've done an alright job of blowing up the whole piece, so now there's larger fragments and more virtuosic stuff in it, albeit the whole thing's still organized. I'll record that version after I come back from Spain.
That was when I played Debussy Reflections of the Water for him (which I screwed up pretty badly - bet it was mosquito music) and then after that Granados Allegro de Concierto.
This photo was taken in Secondary 2 by my mum I think.
K that's all, hope you guys enjoy the blog music. I simply hate the recording though, because it was done in a super enclosed room. And it is COMPLETELY improvised so I didn't think of any segments of it before I played the entire piece.
But I personally I think I've done an alright job of blowing up the whole piece, so now there's larger fragments and more virtuosic stuff in it, albeit the whole thing's still organized. I'll record that version after I come back from Spain.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
From Me to YOu
I feel great looking at the bloghits decreasing exponentially. So fun! It's been a week since I last posted, all the more the reason.
Honestly I feel very stupid going for Chinese lessons. I don't hand in my work, not because I don't KNOW how to do the work, but I find myself distracted every time I attempt to start on it. just like now, when I'm supposed to be doing Chinese work, but I'm blogging.
Then again I find it neccesary to justify my own actions by writing this letter to you readers. Every single day, every single Chinese lesson I'm made to stand (with a dozen of my classmates at the back of the class) for nearly 45 minutes to an hour. Reason is because we basically didn't do our work. Well, fair enough, teachers also have a hard time trying to mark our papers and constantly chase us for our work.
I think partly the reason would be that the school is CRAZY.
That Raffles Institution, in order for it to keep its position (while others WOULD argue it isn't, I'm paid to say this so, please don't argue) of one of the top schools in Singapore, constantly spams its students with assignments, homework, CCAs. What do you expect from a top school?
I just find a serious degradation of life and morales in this school. My GPA has fallen gracefully from 3.5 to 2.0 in Secondary 4. I can't keep myself dedicated to schoolwork. There's this, impending sense of doom, you know, this chaotic inner feeling that I'm feeling. I'm experiencing.
Just me, of course. I don't think my schoolmates and classmates will feel it, but it's just me. I don't know how I manage it, but at the same time I find this inner joy in being able to do what I'm able to do.
You can't fault me for that - I find great joy in practising music and just spending my time in Chemistry lessons whirling my brain around with musical fluid. It's this inner peace, you know? I can do all of it with great abbadon, and no one is going to stop me or anything.
But time and again we'll have to constantly remind ourselves. You know, I don't mind my classmates at all, neither have I ever, ever bore a single hate for anyone of them. It's just the school, bearing down on us, MOE, not caring for any of our interests, insisting that we must finish it or die.
But luckily, I thoroughly enjoy what I'm doing at NUS. It's a love-hate relationship between MOE and I.
And then I'm dealing with this utterly powerful desire they call love, inside. Sometimes it becomes so important, other times it doesn't. Sometimes when I think about it, I really do cry! But then otherwise it's really bliss.
So once again, I'll be flying off to Spain on my birthday. It'll be quite nice, celebrating my birthday on the plane, hope the candles don't accidently fall off and burn a hole in the aluminium plates of the plane. Maybe then we'll have just a little turbulence...a teeny-weeny one. More turbulence would be ok, you guys can handle it.
I mean, you can't drop out or anything, you'll just have to stay with the plane. And if you die, too bad! We don't care about your interests or anything, we'll have to be realistic. We've got a name too man, a brand name we need to show everyone that we have yet to drop anyone from our school.
Look, seriously, I'm not in a pissed-off mood. I just want to poke at the school system...they make life really tough for people like me. 15 years of age, previously the prettiest face in Sec 1-2, now an enemy of Mama Lion. And already starting crumble at the fortress defences.
Honestly I feel very stupid going for Chinese lessons. I don't hand in my work, not because I don't KNOW how to do the work, but I find myself distracted every time I attempt to start on it. just like now, when I'm supposed to be doing Chinese work, but I'm blogging.
Then again I find it neccesary to justify my own actions by writing this letter to you readers. Every single day, every single Chinese lesson I'm made to stand (with a dozen of my classmates at the back of the class) for nearly 45 minutes to an hour. Reason is because we basically didn't do our work. Well, fair enough, teachers also have a hard time trying to mark our papers and constantly chase us for our work.
I think partly the reason would be that the school is CRAZY.
That Raffles Institution, in order for it to keep its position (while others WOULD argue it isn't, I'm paid to say this so, please don't argue) of one of the top schools in Singapore, constantly spams its students with assignments, homework, CCAs. What do you expect from a top school?
I just find a serious degradation of life and morales in this school. My GPA has fallen gracefully from 3.5 to 2.0 in Secondary 4. I can't keep myself dedicated to schoolwork. There's this, impending sense of doom, you know, this chaotic inner feeling that I'm feeling. I'm experiencing.
Just me, of course. I don't think my schoolmates and classmates will feel it, but it's just me. I don't know how I manage it, but at the same time I find this inner joy in being able to do what I'm able to do.
You can't fault me for that - I find great joy in practising music and just spending my time in Chemistry lessons whirling my brain around with musical fluid. It's this inner peace, you know? I can do all of it with great abbadon, and no one is going to stop me or anything.
But time and again we'll have to constantly remind ourselves. You know, I don't mind my classmates at all, neither have I ever, ever bore a single hate for anyone of them. It's just the school, bearing down on us, MOE, not caring for any of our interests, insisting that we must finish it or die.
But luckily, I thoroughly enjoy what I'm doing at NUS. It's a love-hate relationship between MOE and I.
And then I'm dealing with this utterly powerful desire they call love, inside. Sometimes it becomes so important, other times it doesn't. Sometimes when I think about it, I really do cry! But then otherwise it's really bliss.
So once again, I'll be flying off to Spain on my birthday. It'll be quite nice, celebrating my birthday on the plane, hope the candles don't accidently fall off and burn a hole in the aluminium plates of the plane. Maybe then we'll have just a little turbulence...a teeny-weeny one. More turbulence would be ok, you guys can handle it.
I mean, you can't drop out or anything, you'll just have to stay with the plane. And if you die, too bad! We don't care about your interests or anything, we'll have to be realistic. We've got a name too man, a brand name we need to show everyone that we have yet to drop anyone from our school.
Look, seriously, I'm not in a pissed-off mood. I just want to poke at the school system...they make life really tough for people like me. 15 years of age, previously the prettiest face in Sec 1-2, now an enemy of Mama Lion. And already starting crumble at the fortress defences.
Sunday, August 17, 2008
Pictures from Germany!
From left: Uncle Wai,Auntie Geok, Auntie Emily, Uncle S.S, Me, then Clarence. In Frankfurt on Day 2, before we play soccer. Taking a stroll through the real woods, by a huge field.
Both standing on the bridge that crosses over the river that passes through Ettlingen. That is in Germany.
In the concert hall itself.
Will post more in a jiffy.
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Before France
My recent fascination with Rachmaninov was fueled in Germany, after I bought a CD featuring two of Rachmaninov's piano concertos (No. 2 and 3)from a music school in Karlsruhe.
Shall continue with the Germany Anthology - A collection of short blogposts.
I shall fast-foward to the day Clarence played - couple of whoops from the audience and a total of three stage-in outs. After that he got really popular for some reasons - his Scriabin was so powerful that the entire grand piano moved when he played the last few chords.
And his Schumann was simply magical...when we all got down to listening to it you could hear everyone stifling their breaths. Really beautiful.
Non-musical stuff include driving and shopping at nearby town of Karlsruhe (nearby being 8km, ok being 50km, far being 100km). The taxis in Europe are insane, because the taxi fare rises by 10 Euro cents every second. Which means for every second, erm. It's 20 cents. You'll definitely go insane if it goes on Singapore dollars.
One taxi trip in Singapore that costs $40. Heard that? HEARD THAT??
Uncle: Thank you. Trip is, let's see...$40. PLus a surcharge of $5.
Me: But...but Uncle! $40 is...
Uncle: Ok enough, lah! We just travelled from Bukit Batok to Chua Chu Kang only what!
Me: Uncle, can use class funds?
Uncle: What that.
Then after that I bought the very kool manuscript paper, with 12 staves altogether. The special thing about is, the manuscript paper is arranged like foolscalp! As in, you can tear them off from the top, not like a book arrangement.
The food portions were as usual, large and salty. And the clothes were also equally large. No salt, thanks.
Not surprisingly I decided to go and shop, simply because I was lacking a jacket that I could wear in Germany. I looked pretty hard though for a costume that could fit my size, because all of them looked like bath robes on me. Only a person like Zhongren could buy clothings in Germany.
Personally I can't remember the arrangement of the trip, simply because I didn't keep a travel log. But I believe after Clarence played we all took a drive to France.
To FRANCE!!! Yeap. Aunty Geok and Uncle Wai picked us up at our hotel, and 6 of us squeezed inside the Mercendes-Benz and headed towards France, which was about 100km away. We went to Strasbourg, which was located at the very east of France. (We were at the very west of Germany, so the trip was possible)
Was really amazed that I could be in another country in this trip, because I was expecting ourselves to be stuck here in Germany for the rest of the week.
Did some shopping again, but I was really depressed because I didn't bring enough Euros. You know, Germany and France are just total opposites. In Germany, everything was large, salty, visually-unappealing.
But in France the clothes were small, non-salty, and visually-appealing. Just check out Lilliput and Brobdingnag.
Will talk about France later in the evening, when PM Lee gives his National Day Rally.
Shall continue with the Germany Anthology - A collection of short blogposts.
I shall fast-foward to the day Clarence played - couple of whoops from the audience and a total of three stage-in outs. After that he got really popular for some reasons - his Scriabin was so powerful that the entire grand piano moved when he played the last few chords.
And his Schumann was simply magical...when we all got down to listening to it you could hear everyone stifling their breaths. Really beautiful.
Non-musical stuff include driving and shopping at nearby town of Karlsruhe (nearby being 8km, ok being 50km, far being 100km). The taxis in Europe are insane, because the taxi fare rises by 10 Euro cents every second. Which means for every second, erm. It's 20 cents. You'll definitely go insane if it goes on Singapore dollars.
One taxi trip in Singapore that costs $40. Heard that? HEARD THAT??
Uncle: Thank you. Trip is, let's see...$40. PLus a surcharge of $5.
Me: But...but Uncle! $40 is...
Uncle: Ok enough, lah! We just travelled from Bukit Batok to Chua Chu Kang only what!
Me: Uncle, can use class funds?
Uncle: What that.
Then after that I bought the very kool manuscript paper, with 12 staves altogether. The special thing about is, the manuscript paper is arranged like foolscalp! As in, you can tear them off from the top, not like a book arrangement.
The food portions were as usual, large and salty. And the clothes were also equally large. No salt, thanks.
Not surprisingly I decided to go and shop, simply because I was lacking a jacket that I could wear in Germany. I looked pretty hard though for a costume that could fit my size, because all of them looked like bath robes on me. Only a person like Zhongren could buy clothings in Germany.
Personally I can't remember the arrangement of the trip, simply because I didn't keep a travel log. But I believe after Clarence played we all took a drive to France.
To FRANCE!!! Yeap. Aunty Geok and Uncle Wai picked us up at our hotel, and 6 of us squeezed inside the Mercendes-Benz and headed towards France, which was about 100km away. We went to Strasbourg, which was located at the very east of France. (We were at the very west of Germany, so the trip was possible)
Was really amazed that I could be in another country in this trip, because I was expecting ourselves to be stuck here in Germany for the rest of the week.
Did some shopping again, but I was really depressed because I didn't bring enough Euros. You know, Germany and France are just total opposites. In Germany, everything was large, salty, visually-unappealing.
But in France the clothes were small, non-salty, and visually-appealing. Just check out Lilliput and Brobdingnag.
Will talk about France later in the evening, when PM Lee gives his National Day Rally.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Days ! @, #
I'm back! Bet you guys have been waiting with intense trepidition for my next post. My next post is now!!! There's been lots to post about and I'm pretty sure I have time to snuggle in now to write a post about things that happened in Germany and things that have happened in Singapore.
Firstly I would like to confirm that I brought not prizes back but lots and lots of experience and fun. Yes, suddenly it didn't matter at all that I didn't win anything. Winning REALLY isn't everything guys, although I'm certain some people die to win in some situations.
I wouldn't give a day-to-day commentary of what happened in Germany, but I've got a hell lots to say.
The trip on the plane from Singapore to Frankfurt was alright, we spent the first hour pass the Check-in shopping for perfumes and watching a match between Manchester United and if I haven't forgotten, Inter Milan.
The plane ride was alright, but I was always waiting for the food. Didn't sleep at all throughout the 12 hour flight, because I was watching Ironman, 10 000BC, How I Met Your Mother (which was seriously funny), SpongeBob SquarePants, and the Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Kaspian. Listened to Liszt Piano Concerto and wrote some notes down about it, touched down safely.
On a hindsight the return plane trip was worse later, because we were seated at the tail (which means more turbulance) and we descended once for 3 seconds. A heart-stopping experience totally.
DAY !
Our first stop in Germany was for Aunty Geok's house, who was the sister of Uncle S.S (Clarence's dad). So Aunty Geok drove us from the airport to her house somewhere in Frankfurt, and I got my first experience of the long highways of Germany. It wasn't really interesting at first, because we were travelling at about 8pm (and it was dark everywhere).
Germany's really environmentally-friendly by the way. You see, instead of using the normal stick and light method Singapore uses, Germany is efficient enough to use reflectors!
You know like, reflectors, along the highway. Reached Aunty Geok's house, went for our first taste of German dinners - the first of many to come. During the dinner I met Aunty Geok's husband, Uncle Wai. Uncle Wai runs a Chinese restaurant in his town, and they get pretty good business!
We ate at an Italian restaurant, and the servings are really. really. really. huge. In Singapore we would have shared it for three, but here in Germany it's just one. One plate for one person, one ring to rule them all, hello Sauron.
So after that when all was done and eaten, we were ready to head home. BUT THERE WAS DESSERT! Everything was really good you know. There was only ONE thing we didn't like - all the Singaporeans at the table didn't like (consisting of me, Clarence, Aunty Emily and Uncle S.S). And that was the SALT.
You see, the Germans love salt alot. Deutschland bies un Saltzland. Everything's so salty, that at restaurants, instead of three holes for pepper and one hole for salt bottles, it's the other way round.
I never really go to high-end restaurants much, so I wasn't confused at all. But Clarence's parents were already so used to it that they spammed salt all over their plates before realising it wasn't pepper they were putting, but salt.
And More Salt. AND MORE SALT.
So next time when you come to Germany, don't be surprised if you come back home with a tongue that is numb with saltiness. But it's pretty alright, because the Germans are smart enough to compensate it with BEER! It's pretty amazing how I've not TOUCHED A SINGLE BOTTLE OF ALCOHOL IN MY ENTIRE LIFE OF 16 YEARS. THAT'S BECAUSE I MADE A PROMISE TO MYSELF I'M NOT GOING TO TOUCH ANY!!!!!
So as expected I didn't drink any in Germany, as will happen in Singapore. Sorry, I know I'll suck at company functions or dates. I'll skip the red wine, you can have the whole Shiraz to yourself, milady.
Had a wonderful dinner (thank you Aunty Geok and Uncle Wai), then we went back to their cosy flat to sleep. It's not shocking to realize that Frankfurt at night in the mountains is a really dark place, because light is kept to a minimum. So went the lights were turned off, it was just total darkness.
Oh yes, I was sharing rooms with Aaron, the older brother of Bryan. Both of them were of course their sons, lah! But I realise I get along better with Bryan, maybe because we were both of the same age, we both played soccer, and we had common topics.
Showered, off to bed, total darkness. Hey, no hands!
DAY @
Next morning, I woke up to the sounds of an alarm clock. Aaron's a working guy - has to get off to work by 6.30am. I was pretty jet-lagged then, and he gets grumpy in the morning. Most importantly, he didn't know I was sleeping in his room! (We were on a double-decker bed, I was sleeping above)
So he started mumbling in German because I woked up and said good morning. Maybe he asked me to go back to sleep, thinking I was his brother. Maybe he cursed at me, (oops) but after 3 'Hellos I'm not thy brother' I think he finally realised, because he apologised profusely.
Yes, in English. One day isn't enough to learn German words that include cursing and go back to sleep. And maybe sod off.
Before lunch, Clarence, Bryan and I just had to play soccer. Instead of going out to tea with the adults, we reckoned that playing soccer would boost our spirits up. Clarnece hasn't seen me play soccer, but he told me he was a good goalkeeper. Which I could believe totally, because apparently he played for a tournament once, and the Woodlands Rams coach scouted him and told him that he was interested in him.
"Once you are ready, just give me a call, and we can discuss things anytime."
Unforunately/Fortunately, he's a musician, and he didn't take up the offer under the advivce of his parents. Well, he played goalkeeper throughout the tournament and not a single time did a goal go past his hands.
He must be a great keeper to do that. But I'm still wondering which pianist would use their hands in sports! Pretty dangerous yeah.
So anyway I guess he was rusty, but Bryan was good, and most of the time I was playing a 1 versus the two of them. Scored three goals to nil. We saw two German kids aged around 5-7 skateboarding in the same basketball court, and we decided to call them over.
So it was now 3-2. End of the day, goals were scored on both sides, although I'm pretty sure we scored more goals. But one of the German kids accidently fell down and blood was just streaming from his elbow and his knee.
Being Singaporeans and German we were, two of us thought we were doomed while the other guy knew we weren't.
Well you'll know that in Singapore (and Singapore only), when kids just fall down their parents start screaming and filing lawsuits.
"You twinkling bastards you made my son bleed! I'll see you in court! You watch out you ***, you ****, you *****."
In which case we hope that this would work:
"Uncle I treat you to a nice bowl of laksa...can?"
"Really? Katong Laksa can?"
"Can...why not. I mean, you know we can settle this right...why trouble ourselves?"
"Oh yeah..."
Anyway the German mother came over and said it was very normal for the child to fall over soccer balls when they were young and that it was ALRIGHT.
ALRIGHT? Holy crap, now I'm hoping every mum whose kid I have indirectly injured is German. But anyway we helped the kid dress up his wound, so we cleaned the wound and poured water over it, and dabbed it with tissue paper. Nice and easy.
We set off for another long ride to the small town of Ettlingen.
Facts about Ettlingen:
-Population: 38000. Heard that? 38 000 only!
-History: 1250 years!
-Food: Salty!
-People: Damn nice! We greet each other on the streets, and no matter where they go people will always acknowledge you. Just like your flat storey! Smile and greet at your neighbours, once you're out, no one knows you! Anymore!
Arrived at the MusikSchule at about 3pm, and started practising immediately. Every room has an upright piano (how I miss YST. Every room has a grand piano), and some of them suck like crazy. But throughout the days I managed to single the very special and good ones, and requested to practise in them.
Got our nametags and the package for the entire competition, the briefing dates and everything.
The next few days were a blur, except for Clarence's performance. I remembered thought telling myself when I get back to Singapore I wasn't going to blog about these practising days.
Shall blog more tomorrow.
Firstly I would like to confirm that I brought not prizes back but lots and lots of experience and fun. Yes, suddenly it didn't matter at all that I didn't win anything. Winning REALLY isn't everything guys, although I'm certain some people die to win in some situations.
I wouldn't give a day-to-day commentary of what happened in Germany, but I've got a hell lots to say.
The trip on the plane from Singapore to Frankfurt was alright, we spent the first hour pass the Check-in shopping for perfumes and watching a match between Manchester United and if I haven't forgotten, Inter Milan.
The plane ride was alright, but I was always waiting for the food. Didn't sleep at all throughout the 12 hour flight, because I was watching Ironman, 10 000BC, How I Met Your Mother (which was seriously funny), SpongeBob SquarePants, and the Chronicles of Narnia: Prince Kaspian. Listened to Liszt Piano Concerto and wrote some notes down about it, touched down safely.
On a hindsight the return plane trip was worse later, because we were seated at the tail (which means more turbulance) and we descended once for 3 seconds. A heart-stopping experience totally.
DAY !
Our first stop in Germany was for Aunty Geok's house, who was the sister of Uncle S.S (Clarence's dad). So Aunty Geok drove us from the airport to her house somewhere in Frankfurt, and I got my first experience of the long highways of Germany. It wasn't really interesting at first, because we were travelling at about 8pm (and it was dark everywhere).
Germany's really environmentally-friendly by the way. You see, instead of using the normal stick and light method Singapore uses, Germany is efficient enough to use reflectors!
You know like, reflectors, along the highway. Reached Aunty Geok's house, went for our first taste of German dinners - the first of many to come. During the dinner I met Aunty Geok's husband, Uncle Wai. Uncle Wai runs a Chinese restaurant in his town, and they get pretty good business!
We ate at an Italian restaurant, and the servings are really. really. really. huge. In Singapore we would have shared it for three, but here in Germany it's just one. One plate for one person, one ring to rule them all, hello Sauron.
So after that when all was done and eaten, we were ready to head home. BUT THERE WAS DESSERT! Everything was really good you know. There was only ONE thing we didn't like - all the Singaporeans at the table didn't like (consisting of me, Clarence, Aunty Emily and Uncle S.S). And that was the SALT.
You see, the Germans love salt alot. Deutschland bies un Saltzland. Everything's so salty, that at restaurants, instead of three holes for pepper and one hole for salt bottles, it's the other way round.
I never really go to high-end restaurants much, so I wasn't confused at all. But Clarence's parents were already so used to it that they spammed salt all over their plates before realising it wasn't pepper they were putting, but salt.
And More Salt. AND MORE SALT.
So next time when you come to Germany, don't be surprised if you come back home with a tongue that is numb with saltiness. But it's pretty alright, because the Germans are smart enough to compensate it with BEER! It's pretty amazing how I've not TOUCHED A SINGLE BOTTLE OF ALCOHOL IN MY ENTIRE LIFE OF 16 YEARS. THAT'S BECAUSE I MADE A PROMISE TO MYSELF I'M NOT GOING TO TOUCH ANY!!!!!
So as expected I didn't drink any in Germany, as will happen in Singapore. Sorry, I know I'll suck at company functions or dates. I'll skip the red wine, you can have the whole Shiraz to yourself, milady.
Had a wonderful dinner (thank you Aunty Geok and Uncle Wai), then we went back to their cosy flat to sleep. It's not shocking to realize that Frankfurt at night in the mountains is a really dark place, because light is kept to a minimum. So went the lights were turned off, it was just total darkness.
Oh yes, I was sharing rooms with Aaron, the older brother of Bryan. Both of them were of course their sons, lah! But I realise I get along better with Bryan, maybe because we were both of the same age, we both played soccer, and we had common topics.
Showered, off to bed, total darkness. Hey, no hands!
DAY @
Next morning, I woke up to the sounds of an alarm clock. Aaron's a working guy - has to get off to work by 6.30am. I was pretty jet-lagged then, and he gets grumpy in the morning. Most importantly, he didn't know I was sleeping in his room! (We were on a double-decker bed, I was sleeping above)
So he started mumbling in German because I woked up and said good morning. Maybe he asked me to go back to sleep, thinking I was his brother. Maybe he cursed at me, (oops) but after 3 'Hellos I'm not thy brother' I think he finally realised, because he apologised profusely.
Yes, in English. One day isn't enough to learn German words that include cursing and go back to sleep. And maybe sod off.
Before lunch, Clarence, Bryan and I just had to play soccer. Instead of going out to tea with the adults, we reckoned that playing soccer would boost our spirits up. Clarnece hasn't seen me play soccer, but he told me he was a good goalkeeper. Which I could believe totally, because apparently he played for a tournament once, and the Woodlands Rams coach scouted him and told him that he was interested in him.
"Once you are ready, just give me a call, and we can discuss things anytime."
Unforunately/Fortunately, he's a musician, and he didn't take up the offer under the advivce of his parents. Well, he played goalkeeper throughout the tournament and not a single time did a goal go past his hands.
He must be a great keeper to do that. But I'm still wondering which pianist would use their hands in sports! Pretty dangerous yeah.
So anyway I guess he was rusty, but Bryan was good, and most of the time I was playing a 1 versus the two of them. Scored three goals to nil. We saw two German kids aged around 5-7 skateboarding in the same basketball court, and we decided to call them over.
So it was now 3-2. End of the day, goals were scored on both sides, although I'm pretty sure we scored more goals. But one of the German kids accidently fell down and blood was just streaming from his elbow and his knee.
Being Singaporeans and German we were, two of us thought we were doomed while the other guy knew we weren't.
Well you'll know that in Singapore (and Singapore only), when kids just fall down their parents start screaming and filing lawsuits.
"You twinkling bastards you made my son bleed! I'll see you in court! You watch out you ***, you ****, you *****."
In which case we hope that this would work:
"Uncle I treat you to a nice bowl of laksa...can?"
"Really? Katong Laksa can?"
"Can...why not. I mean, you know we can settle this right...why trouble ourselves?"
"Oh yeah..."
Anyway the German mother came over and said it was very normal for the child to fall over soccer balls when they were young and that it was ALRIGHT.
ALRIGHT? Holy crap, now I'm hoping every mum whose kid I have indirectly injured is German. But anyway we helped the kid dress up his wound, so we cleaned the wound and poured water over it, and dabbed it with tissue paper. Nice and easy.
We set off for another long ride to the small town of Ettlingen.
Facts about Ettlingen:
-Population: 38000. Heard that? 38 000 only!
-History: 1250 years!
-Food: Salty!
-People: Damn nice! We greet each other on the streets, and no matter where they go people will always acknowledge you. Just like your flat storey! Smile and greet at your neighbours, once you're out, no one knows you! Anymore!
Arrived at the MusikSchule at about 3pm, and started practising immediately. Every room has an upright piano (how I miss YST. Every room has a grand piano), and some of them suck like crazy. But throughout the days I managed to single the very special and good ones, and requested to practise in them.
Got our nametags and the package for the entire competition, the briefing dates and everything.
The next few days were a blur, except for Clarence's performance. I remembered thought telling myself when I get back to Singapore I wasn't going to blog about these practising days.
Shall blog more tomorrow.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
A Gorilla is An Ape - Going Germany
I didn't go to school today not because I caught some disease from Chua, but because I have a run-through later in the evening (so I need to prepare). And I'm taking this day off also as a musical/spiritual retreat.
Posting this paragraph after my second run-through! I find myself getting more and more confident, although I've learnt from this run-through to control my tempo and maintain precision plus accuracy.
Laser-beam accuracy.
Otherwise I'm off to Germany in a couple of hours - tomorrow 11am. During DMP week I'll be leaving for Spain for the Ibiza Competition.
I have such a exciting life...Wouldn't be blogging for a week then. I'll be back on August 10, just as the city is burning with nationalistic pride. Hope the tarmac doesn't burn.
To be honest I've been trying very unsuccessfully to download Operation Flashpoint since this afternoon. Operation Flashpoint IS a complicated game. Complicated games are for complicated people.
I'm complicated.
A gorilla IS an ape.
Hopefully there will be more than one people doing the send-off tomorrow morning, otherwise it'll be a bore. And I'll get all of you guys souvenirs. By the way to ALL MUSICIANS TO ALL MUSICIANS.
ANYONE OF YOU WANT SCORES PLEASE SMS/CALL before 11am tomorrow. I will write them down and try to buy the second-hand/new scores in Germany, armed with €1/2K. Just enough to buy an xBox. :)
Posting this paragraph after my second run-through! I find myself getting more and more confident, although I've learnt from this run-through to control my tempo and maintain precision plus accuracy.
Laser-beam accuracy.
Otherwise I'm off to Germany in a couple of hours - tomorrow 11am. During DMP week I'll be leaving for Spain for the Ibiza Competition.
I have such a exciting life...Wouldn't be blogging for a week then. I'll be back on August 10, just as the city is burning with nationalistic pride. Hope the tarmac doesn't burn.
To be honest I've been trying very unsuccessfully to download Operation Flashpoint since this afternoon. Operation Flashpoint IS a complicated game. Complicated games are for complicated people.
I'm complicated.
A gorilla IS an ape.
Hopefully there will be more than one people doing the send-off tomorrow morning, otherwise it'll be a bore. And I'll get all of you guys souvenirs. By the way to ALL MUSICIANS TO ALL MUSICIANS.
ANYONE OF YOU WANT SCORES PLEASE SMS/CALL before 11am tomorrow. I will write them down and try to buy the second-hand/new scores in Germany, armed with €1/2K. Just enough to buy an xBox. :)
Sunday, July 27, 2008
barry manilow in hellboy 2
I felt compelled enough to do a Google search for "Jonathan Shin" again and at the same time (call it 'might as well'), "Zhang Aidi".
Well guess what. Girls are seemingly more popular people. Fact is, girls blog about girls more than guys blog about guys. That's the only reason I can think of. And I think it's the only reason. Also, guys can blog about girls but girls cannot.
Which is why I'm increasing her 'google hits' by typing this post now. Google can be a bitch sometimes.
I managed to catch Hellboy 2 at 11.10pm with my dad, two days back. Hellboy's attitude rocks, and Selma Blair (playing Liz Sherman) was cute.
Just had to post this song. It's the 'theme song' for Hellboy 2, (spoilers alert). Currently a top song in my head! Some people may say it's a wimpy ballad, but I just find the tune strong and touching at the same time...
Well guess what. Girls are seemingly more popular people. Fact is, girls blog about girls more than guys blog about guys. That's the only reason I can think of. And I think it's the only reason. Also, guys can blog about girls but girls cannot.
Which is why I'm increasing her 'google hits' by typing this post now. Google can be a bitch sometimes.
I managed to catch Hellboy 2 at 11.10pm with my dad, two days back. Hellboy's attitude rocks, and Selma Blair (playing Liz Sherman) was cute.
Just had to post this song. It's the 'theme song' for Hellboy 2, (spoilers alert). Currently a top song in my head! Some people may say it's a wimpy ballad, but I just find the tune strong and touching at the same time...
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Showering Cold
Cold showers really bring the best out of you.
The evening turned cold and there were clearly showers outside the MRT train I was in. I was already partly shivering from the sweat which I got a few dozen minutes ago while playing soccer back in RJC with a bottle-cap, alongside MEP counterparts.
We went on our seperate ways, and I decided to settle down later back home with simply a cup of hot Ceylon (Sri Lankan) tea, several biscuits, and after my dad's request, a banana.
It's like how I previously yearn for warm Milo whenever I am drenched in cold sweat, and would always be grateful to anyone who would hand me one. Nowadays I go for tea, after the SPI week when I frequently went for tea and a burger in the morning, before the day started.
My dad bought the teabags a week ago, and I learnt how to prepare them for myself, in case I suddenly felt this urge to fill my guts with a little warm liquid. Boil the water, pour it into the cup with the satchet, add in a spoonful of condensed milk, and TA-DAH!
Set for life.
The LRT was crowded as per usual at 6.30, and thankfully with the shirt I managed to get everyone avoiding me like they thought I had chicken pox or something. Why not, just look at what's above the neck...
I got a couple of stares, particularly because the shirt wasn't really the opaque kind today, and it didn't look like it came from Bibi and Baba anymore. Constantly pulled my shirt outwards in case I became a walking M18 - not advisable. Everyone on the LRT train looked really grumpy and shitty, either from a bad day at work, or from the weather.
The guy beside me was constantly nodding off, and he was standing up. I sort of sympathized with him, because I remembered how I actually slept standing up, and accidently collapsed on my knees after they couldn't support the slumbering weight.
But he got a little to engrossed with nodding off because he did 3 in 10 seconds for a minute - a grand total of 18 nods in a minute. Bet he had much to agree with whatever/whoever he was dreaming about. On the flip side he left at Admiralty thankfully, otherwise I would risk embarassing myself if he placed his bald 18-year old head on my really wet shoulder.
Not good, really.
Got home, served the net, looked at my email. Drank the tea, off to shower.
Cold showers really bring the best out of you. The weather was really cold, and I just waited for the heater to deliver the warm water. After 5 minutes waiting I decided I might have as well just dump myself.
It begins with the dousing. It's really cold - probably 10-15 degrees today. And then by the time it trickles to the feet, the entire body starts to shiver. When the showerhead goes on full blast, there's this profound stillness. I felt fortunate I got the chance to feel this vivid experience, because everything was so real.
I realised again I was a pretty lonely person. Again, because when there's two people in the house only life sometimes gets lonely. But life never gets boring. I feel lucky to be surrounded by people who are genuine and nice.
Of course shit happens, and detractors do appear. But whenever I think about that, I realised that we do need our challenges, be them easy or difficult.
It's really important to maintain this positive attitude in life. Even when the cards are down and everything looks shitty, that's probably just that slimmer of light somewhere there. Unfortunately we have to find it ourselves. That part sucks. But yeah, we will kickass.
Suddenly after that shower I feel cleansed. Fresh. New. Clean. Partly we can save some electricity by not using the heater, but if allowed it could offer some spiritual cleansing.
Shin's recipe:
-Showerhead
-Shower Place
-Cold water (prefebly 10-15 degrees cold)
-Lots of preparation before you douse yourself
Good luck larh.
The evening turned cold and there were clearly showers outside the MRT train I was in. I was already partly shivering from the sweat which I got a few dozen minutes ago while playing soccer back in RJC with a bottle-cap, alongside MEP counterparts.
We went on our seperate ways, and I decided to settle down later back home with simply a cup of hot Ceylon (Sri Lankan) tea, several biscuits, and after my dad's request, a banana.
It's like how I previously yearn for warm Milo whenever I am drenched in cold sweat, and would always be grateful to anyone who would hand me one. Nowadays I go for tea, after the SPI week when I frequently went for tea and a burger in the morning, before the day started.
My dad bought the teabags a week ago, and I learnt how to prepare them for myself, in case I suddenly felt this urge to fill my guts with a little warm liquid. Boil the water, pour it into the cup with the satchet, add in a spoonful of condensed milk, and TA-DAH!
Set for life.
The LRT was crowded as per usual at 6.30, and thankfully with the shirt I managed to get everyone avoiding me like they thought I had chicken pox or something. Why not, just look at what's above the neck...
I got a couple of stares, particularly because the shirt wasn't really the opaque kind today, and it didn't look like it came from Bibi and Baba anymore. Constantly pulled my shirt outwards in case I became a walking M18 - not advisable. Everyone on the LRT train looked really grumpy and shitty, either from a bad day at work, or from the weather.
The guy beside me was constantly nodding off, and he was standing up. I sort of sympathized with him, because I remembered how I actually slept standing up, and accidently collapsed on my knees after they couldn't support the slumbering weight.
But he got a little to engrossed with nodding off because he did 3 in 10 seconds for a minute - a grand total of 18 nods in a minute. Bet he had much to agree with whatever/whoever he was dreaming about. On the flip side he left at Admiralty thankfully, otherwise I would risk embarassing myself if he placed his bald 18-year old head on my really wet shoulder.
Not good, really.
Got home, served the net, looked at my email. Drank the tea, off to shower.
Cold showers really bring the best out of you. The weather was really cold, and I just waited for the heater to deliver the warm water. After 5 minutes waiting I decided I might have as well just dump myself.
It begins with the dousing. It's really cold - probably 10-15 degrees today. And then by the time it trickles to the feet, the entire body starts to shiver. When the showerhead goes on full blast, there's this profound stillness. I felt fortunate I got the chance to feel this vivid experience, because everything was so real.
I realised again I was a pretty lonely person. Again, because when there's two people in the house only life sometimes gets lonely. But life never gets boring. I feel lucky to be surrounded by people who are genuine and nice.
Of course shit happens, and detractors do appear. But whenever I think about that, I realised that we do need our challenges, be them easy or difficult.
It's really important to maintain this positive attitude in life. Even when the cards are down and everything looks shitty, that's probably just that slimmer of light somewhere there. Unfortunately we have to find it ourselves. That part sucks. But yeah, we will kickass.
Suddenly after that shower I feel cleansed. Fresh. New. Clean. Partly we can save some electricity by not using the heater, but if allowed it could offer some spiritual cleansing.
Shin's recipe:
-Showerhead
-Shower Place
-Cold water (prefebly 10-15 degrees cold)
-Lots of preparation before you douse yourself
Good luck larh.
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