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December 12th, 2008 at 10:04pm] |
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Was an excellent movie. Caught it in FULL 3D with M mei mei and S-chan! Thirteen quid, but well worth every single centavo. Long after the credits started rolling, S-chan's crazy giggles and peals of laughter could still be heard reverberating around the theatre. I've never seen(or rather heard) her laugh THAT much before. XD
I swear the Korg KDM-2 is rapidly establishing itself as THE official nuspe metronome.
The Jap Media Arts Fest was rather interesting. The Wii games were most amusing! I did rather pathetically at the golf one. Either I need some personal instruction from Tiger Woods, or the motion sensors need more work. I did much better at the boxing one though. After trying very unsuccessfully to guard against my virtual rival's jabs and hooks, I decided that attack is the best form of defence- and did an E. Honda Thousand Hand Whoopass on the poor sucka. Eye of the Tiger baby!
Evie was right. They do have a H section amongst their small collection of manga. O_O
My heart leaps for joy every time I know another person who loves cartoons and animated stuff as much as I do. S-chan and I caught a total of 5 animated shorts, which included flying eggs, polka-dotted bananas with seeds in them and *MAJOR SPOILER ALERT* a guy who got himself stuck in a firework rocket he built. Gotta love cartoons ^^
Sure feels great to be young and carefree again. :D
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[Thursday
December 11th, 2008 at 8:38pm] |
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雨...不停落下来
花...怎么都不开
我一个人
欣赏悲哀.
钢琴上黑键之间
永远都夹着空白
缺了一块
就不精采.
心...有一句感慨
我...还能够跟谁对白(apart from Honey.)
在你关上门之前...
替我再回头看看
那些片段
还在不在
紧紧相依的心如何
Say goodbye?
爱太深会让人疯狂的勇敢.
冷冷清清淡淡今后都不管
只要你能
愉快.
Sad lyrics, indeed.
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| An entirely different dimension |
[Wednesday
December 3rd, 2008 at 11:50pm] |
Every night I reach for the phone.
I even dialled your number halfway on Tuesday.
You've been overseas before-
-but why is the feeling so outrageously strong this time?
Dear God, I've got to be stronger than this. Yet, the thoughts and feelings that pervade my consciousness for the past three days strongly suggest otherwise. I'm such a silly, foolish man. I can't be like this.
But I guess one thing's for certain, then.
I personally do not believe in reincarnation. However, in the highly hypothetical event that I get to live a hundred more times,
I may have a hundred more life journeys, each one different from the rest. However-
I would like, a hundred out of a hundred times, to fall in love with the very same person.
Apologies for any grammatical/syntax errors. My mind is not functioning very well at the moment. It is absolutely clear about the above statement, though.
Come back safely tomorrow Honey.
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| EPIPHANY |
[Monday
November 24th, 2008 at 11:42am] |
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Fortunately for me it came sooner, not later.
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| Dark Crush |
[Saturday
November 22nd, 2008 at 6:33pm] |
Rage. Rage. Lightning burst and blind. Thunder rage and crush, crack earth; explosion and crevasse. Thrash tree, twist and fall; rock like finest china blast. Rage, wind, rage. Shake foundations, split air and ear. Bundled staves of forces fling at earth and man. Crows and ravens flail, plow raging, earthen air, grow weary, finally quail to quaking ground for respite from fierce bitterness; wet-eyed owls abandon swivel-headed dignity in frantic search of sheltered stump, deep hole darker than the darker night. All crouch, cower, beg and fall, bend double under fear, seek refuge any slightest slit might yield. He stood and raged – raged! – deafened by blear enfilade, lightning might throughout the demon-studded night; raised silvered threat of fist to god, and shook the centers of the world with outrage and defiance. He leaped and shouted at the storm, raged at rage, joined, united with the rage; out-raged the rage bolt for bolt, when flamed by bolt and turned to ash... then raged – raged! – in god's hard face, undeterred, undiminished, unabashed.
- Don Gray
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[Friday
November 21st, 2008 at 11:33pm] |
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Red Bull's great. It rocks, bay-beh. ;) At just $2.80 per pop, you get 250mls of Taurine-packed goodness. It even comes in this blue-and-whitish can which reminds me of Blackburn Rovers, an English Premier League football club. And I like soccer! :D It's a product of Austria, which produced was the birth country of none other Mozart! It even has a lovely picture of 2 nice bulls OH I CAN'T KEEP THIS UP ANY LONGER Red Bull IS BULL. Totally. Horns, low gutteral moo, swishy tail and all. For $2.80 I can get myself a square meal @ the Engineering Canteen. I have no idea what Taurine does. I've never forgotten the day Blackburn pipped Man Yoo to the title on the final day of the season T_T.
Worst of all, I'm stuck with this r e a l l y bad stomach upset now. Come to think of it, fair enough I guess.... the drink DID help to keep me awake, albeit not quite in the way I intended. Maybe I shouldn't have taken it on an empty stomach, but I mean, it's not an antibiotic or something, right? Doesn't say anything about that on the can either. Oh wait. What's this. "Usage: 3 cans daily". Don't look now, but I think going downstairs to chug another 2 cans isn't going to help matters greatly. I tried unsuccessfully to neutralize the rogue acid with my trusty Milo(TM).
Occasionally, it never rains but it pours. I ran into my mortal enemy in the washroom just now. After spraying it from feelers to hind legs for a good 5 minutes and then wondering about the apparent lack of lethality in pesticides nowadays, the answer stared at me right smack in the face. "Specially for Mosquitoes".
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[Friday
November 21st, 2008 at 12:50am] |
Close Encounters of the Third Kind...
...really occur when you least expect them o_O
Nope. I'm not writing this entry from the relative safety of a spacecraft now hovering thousands of feet above Planet Earth, while sipping tea and having scones with little green men before they open me up for their Earthling experiments. For those of you whom I've told... you guys roughly know what I'm referring to @_@
Boy am I glad I never disclose any personal information online.
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| It's the thrill of the fight. |
[Monday
November 17th, 2008 at 8:41pm] |
I should have taken Chinese Music, Language and Literature before I embarked on my first tentative steps towards learning the erhu, 11 years ago.
The past four hours have been most interesting. I don't think I'll ever look at traditional Chinese music in the same light ever again. Now I know why Colin loves it so much, as well as the reason Chinese orchestra brochures detailing upcoming concerts and recitals still bring a broad grin to my face. Even when the last time I killed chickens on a regular basis dragging the horse-hair bow across the metal strings was half-a-dozen years ago.
Which reminds me. I have to speak of a most remarkable man. This is something that I wanted to do all the way back in March, which sadly slipped my mind somehow.
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It never fails. The Cow knows this(and I suspect she feels it herself sometimes). Each and everytime I attend an orchestral concert, whether it be Chinese or Western symphonic, I feel chills run up and down my spine, and my fingers start to itch uncontrollably. The physiological preludes to the impending cascade of memories. Vivid memories. Of being up on stage with dozens of others, all wielding music-making devices of various shapes and sizes. Making music together, feeling the indescribable rush of sound from its source as it bursts forth exultantly from the concert platform.
I thought I would never experience something like this ever again. But thank goodness, this was not to be the case. :D
"Hey dude, want to play the synthesizer for us at our 40th anniversary concert?"
Boy was I glad I gave the lass an affirmative reply. A reply which put me right smack in the midst of the 90-plus musicians of the NUSWS. I could scarcely believe my eyes. With the notable exception of the Millennium Concert, which yes, boasted a 1000-plus strong performing group, this was certainly the largest musical force I'd ever been involved with so far. Here's the score(literally): We were going to be giving the Singapore Premiere of De Meij's Symphony No. 3, Planet Earth in one month. A monumental, fifty-minute long work of Mahlerian proportions, featuring a full-strength symphonic group, pipe organ, harp, cellos, electronic sounds portraying otherwordly sound effects and a 6-part female choir. I almost did a double take when I realized that the synthesizer WAS the 6-part female choir. O_O Only a handful of rehearsals remained. Looking at the individual instrumental parts, I was like, "Are you for REAL? This is complex, heady stuff. To make head or tail out of it, let alone deliver a convincing performance of this Wagnerian monstrosity in less than one month, even the most optimistic of us... should be very afraid."
Lesser men would have baulked at a task of this magnitude. Or simply said, "Well, let's just try our best." Oh, but not this hombre.
Enter Mr L. Tan and his megawatt smile.
Step aside, Shinichi Chiaki. His vast musical knowledge, which he disseminates to all present with his outrageous wit and humour, coupled with his uncanny ability to put his musicians at ease, while drawing nothing but the very best efforts from out of them, makes him the best conductor that I've ever worked with so far.
It was, to say the very least, a staggeringly wonderful experience. I never really understood the importance of the conductor to an instrumental ensemble. Now, I do. The WS guys and girls were also most wonderful hosts to a guest performer like me.
Dost thou see the Synthesizer Man?
Or so miss holymoh calls me XD
As the piece strode to its painfully magnificent close on concert evening, tears flowed freely from Mr Tan's eyes.
Ladies and Gentlemen, now THAT's passion.
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Back to work!
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| TAG! |
[Sunday
November 16th, 2008 at 8:45pm] |
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Ooh! Double-tagged.
THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:
1. Markie Mark Mark (courtesy of Sherilyn :D)
2. Markyboy (kudos to Susie and Jin A :D)
3. Posie (*smiles at the cow*)
THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:
1. vladmark
2. el-espada
3. u0509060 (well, no prizes for guessing where this one came from -_-)
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. SEXXXAY Er... tall.
2. Lean
3. Big hands
THREE PHYSICAL THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:
1. Lack of muscle mass. Should change that.
2. Face is still rather acne-prone despite aggresive antibiotic treatment in secondary school
3. No abs.
THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE(Eh best man, I realize we really do have quite a bit in common :p):
1. Pure Chinese (A taxi driver once thought I was Russian. I shall call myself... Markovnikov.), genetically(I think. Don't bust out the DNA ligase just yet) and, to a sizable extent, culturally
2. Humble and hardworking background (I love you Mum n' Dad ^^)
3. Intellectually Western/global
THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:
1. Losing dearest friends and loved ones T_T x 999999
2. Misunderstandings with dearest friends and loved ones
3. Alien Invasion Can't really think of another one at the moment. :S
THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:
1. Quiet time with God
2. Quality time with the people living under the same roof as I am :)
3. Phone call to Wendy the Heng
THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING NOW:
1. Nose ring Ehhhh... underclothing.
2. Plain Orange shirt
3. Generic Dark blue bermudas
I never was one for branded material. Not now, not ever methinks.
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE BANDS OR MUSICAL ARTISTS:
1. Vladimir Horowitz
2. Bon Jovi
3. Jay Chou
But I'll listen to anything. ;)
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE SONGS/PIECES (RIGHT NOW):
1. Rachmaninoff's Piano Concerto No. 2
2. Caged Bird- Miyamoto Shunichi
3. Eye of the Tiger- Survivor
THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP:
1. Love(Physically, Emotionally and Spiritually), Trust and Understanding.
2. Faith that things will work out more than well every step of the long, long way, and the stability that comes with it. ^^
3. God's supporting hand, and being there for each other, always.
Okay I'm cheating a bit by putting multiple items for each one :$
THREE OF YOUR FAVORITE HOBBIES:
1. Playing the piano
2. Listening to any type of music anywhere
3. EATING :D
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:
1. Practice!
2. Finish my revision
3. Listen to music uninterrupted for 2 hours straight
Am strongly considering setting up a "music room" in my house in future. Very minimalistic, simple design, sound-proofed, where members of the household may lock themselves away and immerse themselves in Chopin, Evanescence, A Mei and what have you, and find sanctuary in sound. ^^
THREE CAREERS YOU’RE CONSIDERING/YOU’VE CONSIDERED:
1. Jedi Master Pianist/Piano teacher/lecturer
2. Writer
3. Doctor
THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:
1. Home
2. Japan(anime, manga, good food, great scenery, shoppin', what's not to like ^^)
3. Hawaii(Susie n' Jin A, is this still on?)
THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:
1. Tell Laura Rosina darlingest I love her
2. Tell my dearest friends and loved ones it's cool, not to worry, don't grieve, I'll be fine man.
3. Made a great difference in the lives of my friends, family and colleagues, and for my students, to pass on the piano legacy and the undying passion and love for music.
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE STEREOTYPICALLY A GUY:
1. Hairy Tough, can take a nice deal of punishment
2. Appreciates beautiful ladies :)
3. Eats like there's no tomorrow and the day after.
THREE WAYS THAT YOU ARE NOT STEREOTYPICALLY A GUY:
1. Rarely use strong expletives
2. Looks at pictures of handsome guys(thanks honey -_-)
3. Finds betting on soccer, smoking, hitting clubs to pick up chicks, drinking(especially beer ><)and having thoughts of going to red light districts thoroughly undesirable activities and an utter waste of time.
THREE PEOPLE THAT YOU WOULD LIKE TO SEE TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW:
No obligations, folks! ^^
Back to the grind.
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[Saturday
November 15th, 2008 at 10:27pm] |
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Nothing we can't straighten out.
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| Updates from YST |
[Thursday
November 13th, 2008 at 6:14pm] |
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As I settle down on one of the yellow sofa seats on the first floor of the library, Take a deep breath, inhaling heavily "new building"-scented air
and think about these past two and a half weeks or so, I realize
that there is really no such thing as a lost cause.
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All things are possible. It's not over, until you say it's over.
Okay well on some occasions it really is, but let's just pick ourselves up, dust ourselves off and learn from our mistakes then.
I don't think any of you know. Yes. None of you know. I absolutely do not remember telling any one of you. Well... save for You-know-who-you-are. And yes, you-know-who-you-are, I know what you're thinking. Why didn't I do this from the start? But I don't wish to dwell on what's past. Any more.
One particular aspect of my life was in a state of total collapse. Shambles. Ruins. Insert adjective which describes a situation with reeks of utter desolation and despair. However which way I looked at it, I didn't think it could possibly get any worse than that.
But within me, something long, long dormant finally snapped out of its lethargy. And when it emerged and burst forth like the proverbial mythological firebird, I was just too amazed to say anything. I simply didn't think it existed anymore. Yet, when I needed it most, it came back.
Two and a half weeks later, I am in the process of smashing the accursed enemy back, winning back all that I have lost, and eager to do even better. I don't think I can rescue one front, there is still hard shift to be done on two of them, but the remaining three are very much on the way to full recovery. In short, there is long, tough labour ahead still, but I shall ride atop the crest of this wave of momentum and refuse to be stopped.
I think I may have given up too easily on a few occasions in the past. Not any more.
What else can I say. Thank God. I am well and even more truly humbled. Thank you Lord,
Who grants His mercy to even those who scarcely deserve it. Like me.
Who bestows His strength upon those so weak and vulnerable. Like me.
Who forgives foolish sinners. Like me.
Strong faith and hard work. Simple concepts. But so hard to follow and perservere at them.
But it is these
- Which convinced Jose Mourinho(then-manager of soccer club Chelsea) to scream at his players to take the fight to Blackburn, even at one goal down and with two men sent off
- Which made King Leonidas and his three hundred stand tall against the overwhelming might of Xerxes
- Which made the violinist Rachel Barton Pine recover from horrific injuries to continue pursuing her career as a world-class musician
So, just bring it.
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| The Empty Box |
[Wednesday
November 12th, 2008 at 10:39am] |
What should I put in it?
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| The Serenity Prayer |
[Monday
November 10th, 2008 at 10:00pm] |
God, grant me the serenity
To accept the things I cannot change;
the courage to change the things I can;
and the wisdom to know the difference.
We all need a good reminder every now and then.
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| Disney, Disney, Quite Contrary |
[Sunday
November 9th, 2008 at 10:06am] |
6 November 2008 2100 hrs. After finishing a 25-minute long email at a brisk canter of approximately 66 wpm, Monsieur Sim decides to extend his study break somewhat further. Popping open the DVD cover, he withdraws, with trembling right hand, High School Musical II.
*Much earlier in the day* (insert Hollywood-esque flashback sound FX)
Little M: Haha actually my inner bimbo wants to watch High School Musical, but I don't think you'd want to. James Bond is fine with me too!
*Big M presses "Back" button on Motorola handphone.*
Big M: I didn't know she had an inner bimbo! O_O
*Big M ponders hard*
Big M: Okay, let's see what this HSM phenomenon is all about.
And that's how I traded automatic weapons, tuxedoes, martinis and x01 hot babe for cheerleading pom-poms, graduation gowns, fizzy Cola(TM) and several hot babes. Quite an interesting tradeoff if you think about it. Now, I hadn't watched the previous 2 instalments of the series, so on my way home I decided to rent Part 2.
Several scenes like these
Most pianos are NOT shockingly pink. Most pianos are NOT shockingly pink. Most pianos are NOT shockingly pink.
*repeats ad nauseum*
And alarmingly high-fructose song and dance numbers later, I threw my hands up in the air, desperately questioning the current level of my sanity and very suddenly not looking forward to the following day's movie outing. @_@
But, as always, the feeling soon subsided, and my worries proved unfounded. :)
It was a most interesting little kai-kai with Little M:
- Ice cream, HALLs and chewing gum. Now, Ah Balling goes Matcha too! :D It tasted surprisingly good. Flavourful antioxidants for the sum total of $1.80. What's not to like?
- I ALMOST got to taste some apam. At least I know their operating hours now. :S
- Blk 15 Ghim Moh Road... still so serene, so tranquil after all these years.
- I finally got to realize my lifelong ambition of sitting directly at the front of the second level of a double-decker bus.
- Finally got my hands on the brand new Rambo arcade game. They really should make the light guns er, lighter.
- HSM III made up for the inherent flaws of the second film. :) While it's not something I'd catch again on DVD, I didn't regret spending the twelve quid on both tickets as the credits rolled. Little M also managed to receive her "Bimb Fix". Mission Accomplished.
Time well spent.
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Today was the best rehearsal of Knight Errant Rosina darlingest and I have ever had so far. I think we should be able to finish the entire work by the end of this year.
Looking forward to that very much.
With every passing minute, it grows.
:)
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[Monday
November 3rd, 2008 at 7:03pm] |
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Grainger sure comes up with pretty interesting names for his pieces. I can't wait to hear how Jutish Medley sounds on 2 pianos 6 hands! :D
It's getting a little too word-y around here. Methinks I need to spruce this place up with a few pictures.
The sixth toe of my fourth foot The fourth toe of my right foot is still slightly blistered from the Big Walk. The exercise was good, the Walking company was excellent, but the logistics were plain bad. T_T
Maybe it's my long-dormant medic instincts kicking into overdrive, but I kept griping to Dearest about the conspicuous lack of medical cover. I don't even wish to begin talking about the queue for the goodie bags. I'm sincerely hard-pressed to name a separate occasion where I was literally surrounded by legions of ugly Singaporeans. Boy, these $%&*$&%(*& take cutting queue to an entirely different dimension. No, they don't phase out of sight and reappear right in front of my startled eyes, but apparently their idea of cooling down after exercise is vaulting head over heels over safety barriers. And the only other time I recall being jostled about so much was the only night I went clubbing in the now-defunct MOS.
As Dearest would say, "Never Again".
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| The Parable of the Prodigal Son |
[Sunday
November 2nd, 2008 at 7:23pm] |
I have returned.
And this time, I think I shall write on a more regular basis. I desperately need to arrest my falling English standards... I don't recall a time I've actually had such difficulty writing in continuous prose.
Plus, methinks this blog is a good way to keep a few friends whom are close to my heart updated on my various escapades, though I haven't seen them in quite a long while. :)
I should ask the grue how to do up my blog layout though.
Desperado... this song has never been more apt.
Desperado, why don't you come to your senses?
You been out riding fences for so long now
I don't learn, do I.
Oh, you're a hard one
I know that you got your reasons
Oh no I don't.
These things that are pleasing you
Can hurt you somehow
You know all about this, don't you?
You know the queen of hearts is always your best bet
'Nuff Said.
Now it seems to me, some fine things
Have been laid upon your table
But you only want the ones that you can't get
I need not continue.
Dude, wise up. Thank you.
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[Thursday
June 19th, 2008 at 10:04pm] |
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A lot's happened over the past 2 months. Haven't been blogging about it, but shall get down to doing so pretty soon.
But not tonight.
Some particular individuals are really getting on my nerves.
A) People whom I haven't seen/heard from in a while, B) people whom I don't usually talk to(fortunately), C) people whom I will be working rather closely with over the next year or so...
Am considering switching off my phone in KL and remaining totally uncontactable.
Will shoot/throttle/maim/obliviate any suspected messenger pigeons in the immediate vicinity.
Why do some people JUST NOT GET THE POINT?
Why are some people SO @#%@^&#%&#%# BLUR?
Could some people finally (gasp) bring themselves to be honest and direct with moi?
As the Kid Rock song goes,
"Only God Knows Why".
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| Death and Transfiguration |
[Friday
May 16th, 2008 at 9:39am] |
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I sincerely pray that the Beijing Olympics will be trouble-free, and be remembered in years to come as yet another successful Games, a celebration of life, love, unity, the monumental embodiment of just and friendly competition.
China has been plagued by calamity after calamity since the start of this year. Crippling blizzards, riots, chaotic Olympic torch protests by pro-Tibet demonstrators, a terrible train crash... and now... this.
I was horrified as news of the Sichuan earthquake, measuring 7.8 on the Richter scale, filtered into Channel Newsasia.
My heart goes out especially to the schoolchildren, who were the most badly hit by the disaster. Many of them were still in school when the quake struck mid-afternoon.
Young lives, snuffed out so tragically... and so prematurely.
I cannot think of a more fitting tribute to these dearly departed young minds... than Horowitz's spell-binding rendition of Traumerei(Reverie) from Schumann's Kinderszenen(Scenes from Childhood). So lovingly played, so carefully shaped.
To my dearest friends who have friends/relatives living and/or working in China, I pray for their safety, and that God will always protect and hold them in His loving hands.
Take care everyone.
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| Birthday Surprises |
[Monday
May 12th, 2008 at 3:52pm] |
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Undomiel!! :D Thank you so much for remembering, old friend. ^^ You have absolutely no idea how happy I was when I received the ticket in my mailbox. :)
Seeing Shi-mei, Dr Ng and MKK once again gladdens my heart. Goodness gracious. I haven't seen Shi-mei ever since SHE was in Yr 3. O_O Rosina dearest and I got to work sight-reading a wide range of Klavier duets, inclusive of both Classical and non-Classical fare, the moment we reached Monsieur V's humble household. Don't look now, but I think we're starting to work together really nicely. :) Great boost towards our March 2009 goal of conquering the diabolical Knight Errant. @_@ It was a marvellously pleasant and simple little gathering, with the usual catching up, witty banter and *gasp* a quantum step towards the azure pastures of everlasting marital bliss by Brudder B. All the way behind you, Amigo! Sure man, I'll text you the final score next Wed morning, but make sure you put on your own scoring boots, and secure that positive reply from the missus, dude! I eagerly await your good tidings. :)
The thoughtful 小雨 then brought a big smile to our faces when she brought the birthday cake into the living room. Gotta love the mango, bay-beh. :p Honey received a Charles & Keith voucher, while I got a rather... that is to say... tight-fitting T-shirt. Like the design though babe! ^^
As the working world gradually claims more victims from our little group, I feel really blessed that we're still able to meet up like this. In a small cosy corner, well tucked away in the eastern region of this island. Just for those few hours. Just for that one moment in time. With nary a care in the world. With thoughtful friends who genuinely care.
Jigong MKK incomplete with gourd of nuerhong and goofy hat
The Ivory gang + unbelievably adorable mascot Kiki the Dog
AAAAH!!! My 'nads!!! Honey, in the unfortunate event we are unable to carry on my family line in future, you roughly know why. Shi-mei thinks I'm enjoying myself. Well, nothing could be further from the truth. When you smile a mite too much in general, your grimace-in-unholy, godless, fiery-pain face strongly resembles your yeah-baby-yeah-I'm-having-a-great-time expression.
You'd be hard-pressed to find a finer foursome of hot mamas. Oh WAIT! Dearest where are ye?
There she is! ^_^ The Lhevinnes, May 2008 :)
I was palpably inebriated for much of the evening. Which kinda explains why I was pretty spaced out at several points during the evening. I really should learn to control my rate of uptake of spirits.
More updates to follow! :)
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