Philippe Jaroussky's rendition of "Mi lusinga il dolce affetto" on Youtube is absolutely beautiful! I love how the pianist plays those heart-wrenching chords to Philippe's singing. Am currently learning that song. It's a lovely one, written by our dear Handel. He has written a lot of fantastic vocal music, don't understand why he's more known for his instrumental pieces.
I haven't seen that hot construction worker in a while. Wonder if he's gone back home (to India) already? I miss his slicking-hair-back habit and showing off.
I almost starved to death today because I couldn't eat during recess. I brought 2 slices of pizza to school, but I was too choked up with guilt to eat. I made Mrs Khoo upset when I finished doing my chapter on algebra and stopped paying attention. I wrote her an apology post-it note and stuck it in her pigeon-hole.
I started having slight gastric spasms during lessons after recess, so I ate a slice of pizza just before Art, and then saved the other till 5pm to eat before my journey home.
Anyway, I think Mrs Khoo got my note because she seemed nicer to me during the after-school Math lesson she gave us. Good, because my guilt almost killed me.
On my way home, I suddenly realised how boring the world is. I walk by the same route everyday, I see people walking past me, doing ordinary-people things like withdrawing money or waiting outside NTUC or watching television at the video store at the underpass. It has all become a seriously boring routine, nothing interesting happens anymore.
I can tell people don't like my singing, not because it's horrible, but according to them, because it's annoying.
Well, too bad.
Tuesday, September 30, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Wednesday, September 24th 2008
Clay Aiken is GAY!
Yay, go Clay!
Claymates already kind of guessed, but he's finally admitted it. It's actually nothing to be ashamed of. One more cutie has joined our gay community, and I'm really happy, because I "grew up with him".
I'm so proud of him, it must've taken a lot of courage to come out.
Yay, go Clay!
Claymates already kind of guessed, but he's finally admitted it. It's actually nothing to be ashamed of. One more cutie has joined our gay community, and I'm really happy, because I "grew up with him".
I'm so proud of him, it must've taken a lot of courage to come out.
Monday, September 15, 2008
Monday, September 15th 2008
Man, those people on the "palace soaps" Korean dramas sure move very, very slowlyyyy. I don't understand how my parents watch them, or how they paid $3000 for a TV they didn't need.
I shall not try to change them. I shall not try to change anybody. Why should I? It's not fair to me. The only way people are going to change is through experiences. Some people are so blind that they don't see beauty in anything anymore.
Now, I shall type about the hot construction worker I've been seeing around at school. He's not cute, but he has this attitude and confidence about him. He has longish hair, but not long enough to touch his shoulders, and he often slicks his hair back at the sides like you see in those Levi's commercials. Oh, and he's got a nice body! Woo hoo!
Been working hard on my Art, both prelims and 'O's. My 'O's art is coming along well, actually. Somehow it only gets productive near the submission date.
I shall not try to change them. I shall not try to change anybody. Why should I? It's not fair to me. The only way people are going to change is through experiences. Some people are so blind that they don't see beauty in anything anymore.
Now, I shall type about the hot construction worker I've been seeing around at school. He's not cute, but he has this attitude and confidence about him. He has longish hair, but not long enough to touch his shoulders, and he often slicks his hair back at the sides like you see in those Levi's commercials. Oh, and he's got a nice body! Woo hoo!
Been working hard on my Art, both prelims and 'O's. My 'O's art is coming along well, actually. Somehow it only gets productive near the submission date.
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Thursday, September 11th 2008
My hair's getting long again, wondering if I should go back to my old stylist or new one.
Exams have been dreadful, all doom and gloom. The Accounts paper today almost killed me, I barely made it out alive. All the colours of the world seemed brighter when I came out of the hall after the paper.
I was just complaining to Mrs Chow the other day about how I can't believe that money is a subject. Wouldn't life be simpler if we just counted the cash in our hands instead of make accounts of it, in the bank, in the cashbook, etc etc? Who the hell came up with the subject, anyway?! He's out to make my life miserable.
I really have to do something about my Math. It's atrocious, I know. I keep asking people how to improve it, and they tell me, again and again, to practise, but you don't just simply say "just practise" to someone who's been failing the bloody subject for 10 years now.
Some of the smart kids in my class, like Wei Lin, always puts this smirk on her face when I talk about how difficult Accounts and Math is for me. She aces every subject except English. It's fair to say that not many people are bi-lingual. I'm not bi-lingual. My Mandarin sucks, and I know it, but that's no reason to smirk at me.
You know, I'd rather be where I am, trying hard but failing many subjects, than be where Wei Lin is, doing well at almost every subject. I may not be smart academically, but I have dreams and determination, at least I'm not some clueless zombie who stares at text-workbooks every second I'm awake.
Exams have been dreadful, all doom and gloom. The Accounts paper today almost killed me, I barely made it out alive. All the colours of the world seemed brighter when I came out of the hall after the paper.
I was just complaining to Mrs Chow the other day about how I can't believe that money is a subject. Wouldn't life be simpler if we just counted the cash in our hands instead of make accounts of it, in the bank, in the cashbook, etc etc? Who the hell came up with the subject, anyway?! He's out to make my life miserable.
I really have to do something about my Math. It's atrocious, I know. I keep asking people how to improve it, and they tell me, again and again, to practise, but you don't just simply say "just practise" to someone who's been failing the bloody subject for 10 years now.
Some of the smart kids in my class, like Wei Lin, always puts this smirk on her face when I talk about how difficult Accounts and Math is for me. She aces every subject except English. It's fair to say that not many people are bi-lingual. I'm not bi-lingual. My Mandarin sucks, and I know it, but that's no reason to smirk at me.
You know, I'd rather be where I am, trying hard but failing many subjects, than be where Wei Lin is, doing well at almost every subject. I may not be smart academically, but I have dreams and determination, at least I'm not some clueless zombie who stares at text-workbooks every second I'm awake.
Wednesday, September 03, 2008
Wednesday, September 3rd 2008
I've fallen in love with another song again. This time, it's Philippe Jaroussky's rendition of "Venti Turbini", this one on my blog. I love the energetic entrance of the strings and the catchy tune, very fast but precise.
Sure, Philippe Jaroussky's singing may not be perfect, he has slips here and there, but very slight and rare. Overall, I rate him a fantastic singer. Plus, he's cute, too. :)
You know, after watching "Lascia Ch'io Pianga" from "Farinelli Il Castrato" on Youtube, I've developed this fantasy.
I would be singing alone on a stage in/at one of those grand opera houses of colours red and gold, the whole opera house would be packed but silent in wait of my next note. I would take my time singing, then suddenly breeze through a whole series of notes, the entire orchestra frantically trying to catch up with me.
The moment I finish, from the audience would erupt a deafening applause, fragrant bloodred rose petals falling from above all around me, and then I would take my bow.
Brava, Brava!
Teacher's Day was great, only Vanessa turned moody on me again, but that was only after the celebration.
I always look forward to hugging Mrs Khoo, she's so warm and motherly, her long, rebonded hair about her shoulders, brushing against your cheek. Her hugs just make you feel so safe. Her lovable smile always reminds me that I have no regrets having her as my form teacher.
Surprisingly, English Orals went all right. I managed to talk a lot, but I can't really remember if I stuck to the topic or not. I hope so. Either way, the examiners seemed to enjoy it enough. I described cakes, perhaps they were hungry?
Bought another one of Philippe Jaroussky's CDs, "Beata Vergine". Nope, no spelling error there, it's just in Italian. This time, it's 17th Century music, dedicated to Mother Mary. I actually wanted his other CD, "Mazarin", but HMV was out of it, or so I thought, so since I wanted "Beata Vergine" after "Mazarin", I got it anyway. This one cost me only $26!
I never knew 17th Century music could be so soothing and delightful. All the strings, harpsichord, clear vocals. I don't know what else it's made of, because honestly I don't study it down to the details, but it's beautiful music. It kinds of sucks you back into the 17th Century itself! Good for day-dreaming. My friends listen to my music and they tell me it's boring.
Different taste in music, I guess.
Sure, Philippe Jaroussky's singing may not be perfect, he has slips here and there, but very slight and rare. Overall, I rate him a fantastic singer. Plus, he's cute, too. :)
You know, after watching "Lascia Ch'io Pianga" from "Farinelli Il Castrato" on Youtube, I've developed this fantasy.
I would be singing alone on a stage in/at one of those grand opera houses of colours red and gold, the whole opera house would be packed but silent in wait of my next note. I would take my time singing, then suddenly breeze through a whole series of notes, the entire orchestra frantically trying to catch up with me.
The moment I finish, from the audience would erupt a deafening applause, fragrant bloodred rose petals falling from above all around me, and then I would take my bow.
Brava, Brava!
Teacher's Day was great, only Vanessa turned moody on me again, but that was only after the celebration.
I always look forward to hugging Mrs Khoo, she's so warm and motherly, her long, rebonded hair about her shoulders, brushing against your cheek. Her hugs just make you feel so safe. Her lovable smile always reminds me that I have no regrets having her as my form teacher.
Surprisingly, English Orals went all right. I managed to talk a lot, but I can't really remember if I stuck to the topic or not. I hope so. Either way, the examiners seemed to enjoy it enough. I described cakes, perhaps they were hungry?
Bought another one of Philippe Jaroussky's CDs, "Beata Vergine". Nope, no spelling error there, it's just in Italian. This time, it's 17th Century music, dedicated to Mother Mary. I actually wanted his other CD, "Mazarin", but HMV was out of it, or so I thought, so since I wanted "Beata Vergine" after "Mazarin", I got it anyway. This one cost me only $26!
I never knew 17th Century music could be so soothing and delightful. All the strings, harpsichord, clear vocals. I don't know what else it's made of, because honestly I don't study it down to the details, but it's beautiful music. It kinds of sucks you back into the 17th Century itself! Good for day-dreaming. My friends listen to my music and they tell me it's boring.
Different taste in music, I guess.
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