31 January 2005
7:30 PM
Violin lesson today was a nauseating cross between awful and downright dreadful. Laoshi was properly annoyed with my pitching, to the point of being very incensed. I have never doubted that the violin is one of the most challenging instrument to play, but I never anticipated such dreadful undertones when I don't bother practising.
Granted, I slack, and therefore hand co-ordination is terrible, but yet I seriously think she expects too much. I mean, I learnt
vibrato in half an hour, but somehow I was supposed to have mastered it eons ago? Cut me some slack please. Laoshi and me just don't click very well I suppose. She expects this
fantastic violin
prodigy genius person just because I play the piano and I'm in a choir. But it doesn't work that way.
Now she's got me upset over my atrocious second piece. I really believe that I can't play it. Reason being I don't practice. :( Whoopee. The piece is killing me. I've got a splitting headache trying to master all those terrifyingly fast running notes that are murdering my fingers and my bow. I actually expect smoke to rise from my overworked bow very soon. All that friction..
Laoshi moved my next lesson to this wednesday. Monday is 14 Feb -
Valentines Day, so she thought I should have a break. Thank you.
So now, I have my chinese essay to complete, and get to practising my pieces well enough for wed.'s lesson, as well as finish reading Act 3 and 4 of The Crucible. On top of that, my theory is incomplete as usual (it has been that way since jan1), and I haven't started on Chopin's Waltz. It doesn't take much of a brain to know I don't. have. the. time. to. study. Crucible.
Someone shoot me.
Mum's telling me all about
Desperate Housewives now. The plot and everything. So she doesn't allow me to stay up late to watch the show, now she gloats about it too? Mum rocks. x)
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30 January 2005
7:36 PM
Invictus
Out of the night that covers me,
Black as the pit from pole to pole,
I thank whatever gods may be
For my unconquerable soul.
In the fell clutch of circumstance
I have not winced nor cried aloud:
Under the bludgeoning of chance
My head is bloody, but unbowed.
Beyond this place of wrath and tears
Looms but the Horror of the shade,
And yet the menace of the years
Finds and shall find my unafraid.
It matters not how strait the gate,
How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate:
I am the captain of my soul.
W. E. Henley
This is one of my favourite poems(:
For those bent with exhaustion, crashing, and burning. .
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26 January 2005
4:15 PM
Still
WHEN THE OCEAN RISE AND THUNDER ROARS
I WILL SOAR WITH YOU ABOVE THE STORM
FATHER YOU ARE KING OVER THE FLOOD
I WILL BE STILL KNOW YOU ARE GOD.
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23 January 2005
7:40 PM
This is a letter from Singh's wife to her son.
(thanks Wen! i needed this :x )
Dear Son,
Vahe Guru.
I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you can't read fast. We don't live where we did when you left home.
The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little too heavy to send you in the mail with all the buttons so we cut them off and put them in the pocket.
Your dad read in the paper that most accidents happen 20 miles from your home, so we moved.
I won't be able to send you the address as the last Singh who stayed here took the numbers with them for their next house, so that they wouldn't have to change their address.
This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine. I'm not sure it works too well, I put in 3 shirts, pulled the chain and haven't seen them since.
The weather here isn't too bad. It rain only twice last week. The first it rain for 3 days and second time for 4 days.
We got another bill from the funeral home. It said that if we don't make the last payment on Grandma's funeral, shewill come up again.
Your father has a new job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting grass at the cemetery.
Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it's a girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.
Your uncle fell in a whisky vat. Some men tried to pull him out, but he fought them off and drowned. We cremated him and he burned for three days.
Three of your friends went off the bridge in a pick-up truck. One was driving, the other two were in the back. The driver got out, he rolled down the window and swam to safety. The other drowned because they couldn't get the tail gate down.
There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.
Love
Mom
P.S : I was going to send you some money but the envelope was already sealed.
(hahaha)
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19 January 2005
8:07 PM
Leisure
What is it this life if, full of care,
We have not time to stand and stare.
No time to stand beneath the boughs
And stare as long as sheep or cows.
No time to see, when woods we pass,
Where squirrels hide their nuts in grass.
No time to see, in broad daylight,
Streams full of stars, like skies at night.
No time to turn at Beauty's glance,
And watch her feet, how they can dance.
No time to wait till her mouth can
Enrich that smile her eyes began.
A poor life this if, full of care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
W. H. Davies
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13 January 2005
8:15 PM
My 2nd celebration was on sunday at Tanglin Mall Spageddies, and we pigged out as usual. Went shopping at taka and around orchard after that, and I
finally bought a
french connection u.k. (f.c.u.k.) tee that didn't have the brand across the shirt. There was a really funky one, but my mum was extremely against the word, despite it being very inconspicuous.
And so, here's a hUge
Thank you to those who remembered- through hugs, emails, e-cards, cards, prezzies, smses, phone calls, postcards etc. And to those who spent my extra special day with me. (: And to those who didn't remember.. I love you all the same. x)
Hitched a ride from kelleh's mum after choir today. We met her at zara, which has a new stock/collection! I think it looks better than it usually did last year ;)
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12 January 2005
6:30 PM
My
sweet sixteen birthday has come and gone, and I am left feeling no more (and no less) sensible and practical than I was at 15. There's nothing so "sweet" about being 16- very astute words from my mum.
My
first celebration was on saturday (08/01) with my
club gurls x) at plaza sing. It was one of the best birthday bashes I ever had! Only thing was that it started with a really rainy weather, so I cabbed there instead.
Initially I was pretty sure there was a Seoul Garden at p.s., and I was all prepared to give them a treat, but then we walked around ps and we couldn't find the
dumb place, so we decided eating at
pasta mania! might be the next best thing, which worked out pretty well! Then we hopped over to
Cafe Cartel to have our dessert!! Which was a
10-scoop choc and vanilla ice cream with cookie pieces. I almost puked everything out lol. We shared beef lasagne, chicken pasta, minestrone soup, garlic bread, drink, mushroom n bacon pizza, and my birthday
cakes!! (:
They were being so sneakehh at first, because I really wanted to go Secret Recipe to have dessert, but they claimed they hated cake, and everything else at Secret Recipe, then moo & t. "lost" me and sarah, and they sneaked off to buy the cake! Haha I was really surprised. It was a raspberry cheesecake slice and a double choc one too!
I love you guys. <3
We rolled down to basement two to get neos taken, (because moo forgot the memory card to the camera (: ), and so there we were screaming and yelling and jumping around in the booth. We wanted to keep on taking and taking ( it was after all, my birthday!) but due to time limit (it was 9.30pm), we had to fly home. ):
So we laughed like crazy, talked a lot, ate even more, and basically did all the normal
insane things we always do. Like I said, it was one of the best birthday bashes I ever had. x) and sharing it with very special people makes it even more special too! So thank you for spending my special day with me.
big hUg!
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05 January 2005
6:49 PM
Eternity
He who binds to himself a joy
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses the joy as it flies
Lives in eternity's sun rise.
William Blake
01 January 2005
10:00 AM
"Therefore, if any man be in Christ,
he is a new creation;
the old has passed away,
behold!
the new has come. "
2 Corinthians 5 : 17
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