whoa first time i'm so enthusiastic about writing in this li'l space.. but where there's time and thought, the fingers start punping! haha lamo. :P
Just reached home from yet another busking stint.. last one for the holidays but certainly not the last for this year!!! Got the principal's daughter's wedding at FULLERTON to play at in July, i think.. plus another one that came as a request only today!
Met several interesting people- a friendly caucasian lady who told her friend while passing that 'this group sounds really good when they play' (!!! WOW WE DO???); a guy who found yan shao extremely familiar but couldn't figure out who he was (sis and I thought the guy looked familiar too, but oh well i find too many people familiar anyway!); a well-groomed lady beyond her prime who claimed to be waiting for her husband, ex-RJC principal to come out of Isetan to listen to us play and who in the meantime told us her life story of how she was brought up with music, how the shoulder-rest used to be place above the chin rest, how she played at this huge gala where the concert master left the seat to attend to something else and she played instead 'can you believe it, i just took her violin and i played!' (we never saw the husband, though); the entire history department from national junior college (haha. guess how many?); and a mime busker who painted his face all white and pretended to be some cheap electricity-run clown (what do you call them, still art??). Yea, amazing day though we didn't earn nearly as much as the last time. More enjoyable though so i guess it was worth it. PLUS the group directly after us played somethingood out by calling in just minutes before their slot to say that they weren't coming! We filled up almost their entire slot anyway.. so we don't feel too bad about not getting much donations! (we were more interested in playign pieces that interested us than what the public wanted- how many times can you play pachebel and not bore yourself to tears?!)
BEST OF ALL, there was this really really interesting lady who came to approach us to play for he wedding- at the Asian Civilisations Museum!!! How cool is that! Funny though, she hadn't heard us play previously and didn't stay to hear us play. She even asked us to decide how much we wanted her to pay us!!! WAY COOL!!! hahhhaaaa this year's been so fun! can't wait for fullerton, can't wait for ACM! anxious about preparationand the playing, but woa we've actually got these two deals, just like that! i only hope that everyone else isn't in it for the money, cos it's really the experience that matters! of course, money does make things a lot sweeter- especialy for someone whohasn't worked all her life! yea yea spoilt kid, that i am. can't blame me for excessive parental attention though! just lucky i guess. (or not.)
woohooooo im so high (but tired and sleepy) that i can't make myself study right now. against my conscience, it seems :P might do a little more beading now that i'm fresh back from europe and brimming (well not quite so much lar) with ideas... dreaming of a webbie that i can sell these things on... gotta figure out the 'paypal' monstrosiy though.. technology is so not for me. apart fromt he brilliant inventions called the air-con though! hahha soooo Red-Dottish. Oh well. Maybe there is a national identity after all.
hmmm
starting to open up more and more to the computer (more liek to the world) now. must be habit. a dangerous habit. i'm pretty sure i'll never literally pour my soul out to this thing though.
oh well.
cya another time! =)
stomached it at 6:02 PM
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
oops forgot to say something really important. Europe trip...with the school!!! made friends i'm actually comfortable with living with for the first time! IPs are a terrific bunch. Think i've opened up a lot more after the trip.
from the least visible to the most: catsy, diana, cheryl (me), cheryl (guess who?), kaixin, kaiqi!!! missing: amanda's playing coy!
Thanks guys! -luv-
flemish fries!!!
amsterdam.
yep, it's the real thing alright.
stomached it at 7:41 PM ... and the holidays are over yet again. can't think of anything interesting to do till dinner so i'm flexing my fingers on this for the time being!
Last post refers to a traumatic end of the term, ironically, at possibly the only place in school that I hold close to my heart. Insults were hurled and scathing remarks made. Regretfully, by me. Still don't feel like talking about this, so i'll just leave it as that.
First two weeks of holidays spent doing almost nothing at all- well, not exactly nothing; I remember being very busy with something, but i just can't remember what. :D
Then came a (rather) eye-opening school trip to Europe. Nothing very astonishing, though the novelty of it quite excited me prior to the touchdown in Amsterdam. First time in Europe, but as a certain Ms. Lily pointed out, it seemed as if I'd (we'd) beent here before. Or maybe it was because it was summer there.. Yea that must be it. My favourite about Europe was the weather though, and of course, the shopping! Hahha.. An appalling comment, coming from me, since I've NEVER gone on a -what other people would call it- proper shopping trip on my own before. It's always with mum. Or dad. or both. Only other time was with a primary school friend with whom i was never very close. So there you have it- my first every shopping trip (independent of adult supervision), and in Europe too! It's amazing how affordable the clothes are over there, when (even though lots of it don't suit my taste anyway) the clothes available are so much more tasteful, and with style! Now, I just might by some little misunderstanding sound like some desperate fashionista, but the fact is that i'm extremely selective of what i wear, first because of price, second because of what the terror of my mum thinks, third and lastly because of what my dad and sis think. Odd combination, come to think of it, but it a relatively conservative family as mine, almost anything at all sparks off some lousy comment or another. That's what i feel, at any rate. Maybe it's just me; maybe it's not. So anyway, got some stuff over there that i've always wanted to get (didn't buy much cos was again afraid of disapproval), and at a really reasonable rate too! I feel obliged to say here, at this point (to the inevitable detriment of my own nation), that clothes available in the Red Dot are generally just tasteless, or too expensive. There- justice done. Also, just to state another ugly fact, people of the Red Dot have very little (actually none at all) style. What i mean by style here is a characteristic personal trait that distinguishes one from the others (does not necessary mean fashion sense, but sadly in most cases it invariably does). I also agree that Red Dot men are - ahem - a little behind in the aspect of desirability. Not being herny here! Only stating a truth. Then again, listing all the possible causes of such a plight of such an island may be likened to writing an entire thesis on the general social disability of my motherland- something not altogether advisable, i assume. The matter shall of course be left alone for further perusal at a later date.
oh man i sound like such a crow!
nevermind. who cares, this blog's meant for all the trivial things i'd like to crap about but would rather leave out of my diary. the internet, of course, isn't the best place to leave all certain thoughts. Then again, i deem those who pen absolutely everything down onto paper rather foolish- that's as good as giving the world (nah, more like your fellow house-members) solid evidence of almost all kinds of evictions imaginable! Must be stressful keeping a diary such as that. Any cutter at all will breach whatever lock that's possible to secure a diary close- unless of course it's bicycle chain or something. That then only calls for a BIGGER cutter. O.O moral of the story - whatever you don't want people to know about, quit playign hide and seek altogether and keep it in your head. There. Problem solved!
Yea so anyway to carry on from the Europe trip (hahha amazing that i managed to get so carried away!) We had four days or so in Paris, 3 hours in bypassing Brussels (Belgium, where Bartok has a statue!!!) and another four days in Amsterdam. Just in case i forget, details are in my travel journal (begun only for the purposes of documenting the trip) and photos both in my laptop and studyroom PC. Whooot sound so mugger. So boring. So Red-Dottish. Oh well.
So that was it, my first trip to Europe! One and a half days later was busking day1 with sis, Grace and YS at the Shaw underpass. Quite a mess. To think the organisers DARED ask us to play something solidly classical when we played Bach! HAH. Annoying people. Busking day2 in 2 days from now, and that'll be the end of the holidays.
Desperately need to study for CTs. I need to learnt o FOCUS! Hope Term3 will b much better for strings. Really hope so. Dinner's ready. Sis in bathroom but i'm hungry.. so sorry sis!
=) Till next time then! Looking forward to a new term.
stomached it at 6:49 PM
Friday, June 02, 2006
Suddenly had a revelation *GASPS* (ok that sounded a little too sarcastic :P) and too lazy to go next door to get my real diary so i'm blogging now after i dunno how long (and to see if this thing still exists)- which also means that the usual recitation of important events will just have to wait. =)
how to deal with stress (in front of others- more specifically, during CCA.): 1) look for something funny to think about. 2) think HARD. 3) take a deep breath and blow it all out. ("some things are unresolvable") 4) remember to address the issue nonthreateningly at another time when i know everyone can positively get involved.
bleahz I HATE COUNSELLING MYSELF especially online then again, no one's gonna read this (to my advantage) so it doesnt really matter. or. it really doesnt matter. hahhaaaa a twist of words can mean so much, dont you think? yea i think so. alrightie. stopping here before i become schizo and drag this monologue on and on forever XD
- me goes off to bed -
stomached it at 2:42 AM
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