Happy 2nd Anniversary, Weng. Two years, has it really been that long?
I know you've probably felt every single month of the 24 we've been together, but thanks for sticking by me and watching out for me all the time, and for teaching me to relax and enjoy the ride that is life.
So here's to the football, the computer games, the choir practices, the long walks, the corny jokes, the travelling, the obsessive neatness, and every single household chore we do together.
I love you.
Sunday, September 11, 2005
A 90degree learning curve
CBC rocks. Left, right, and centre.
I really really hope the dedication goes well because we're working so hard for His glory, and the best part is that all the rehearsals and planning are so much fun.
Music is like a foreign language. If you don't practice writing, playing or arranging, it doesn't come easily anymore, much like I discovered at 1am last night, which resulted in an embarrassingly messy practice session this afternoon when I transposed all their parts in the wrong directions. The musicians were more than patient though, and a guy who lectures in music at one of the local universities was nice enough to offer advice and give the project some direction. I've learnt so much from the experience.
I really really hope the dedication goes well because we're working so hard for His glory, and the best part is that all the rehearsals and planning are so much fun.
Music is like a foreign language. If you don't practice writing, playing or arranging, it doesn't come easily anymore, much like I discovered at 1am last night, which resulted in an embarrassingly messy practice session this afternoon when I transposed all their parts in the wrong directions. The musicians were more than patient though, and a guy who lectures in music at one of the local universities was nice enough to offer advice and give the project some direction. I've learnt so much from the experience.
Saturday, September 10, 2005
What I think
How I wish I could belt out songs like Carrie Underwood. Have you seen her sing? Absolutely wonderful.
I have to say though, I wasn't always like this. When I was little, probably too little know any better, I would oblige my adoring legions of fans (mostly aunties) with highly tasteful renditions of "I'm a little teapot" with choreography.
Then puberty hit, and suddenly you become conscious of everything. Throw in a couple of music teachers who cried in exasperation, and I find myself listening to other people sing with complete confidence, believing that they're really that good. I don't admire their singing, I admire their self-belief. The simple fact that they believe they're right on key and that everyone else loves hearing them sing.
+sigh+
Lack of confidence is crippling, to the point that even your own boyfriend has to work his tactfulness to the extremes to tell you that it's really not good and no one should give you a mike. Ever.
Disclaimer: I dramatize. Weng's been nothing short of supportive of my choral efforts. The tactfulness part is true though.
I have to say though, I wasn't always like this. When I was little, probably too little know any better, I would oblige my adoring legions of fans (mostly aunties) with highly tasteful renditions of "I'm a little teapot" with choreography.
Then puberty hit, and suddenly you become conscious of everything. Throw in a couple of music teachers who cried in exasperation, and I find myself listening to other people sing with complete confidence, believing that they're really that good. I don't admire their singing, I admire their self-belief. The simple fact that they believe they're right on key and that everyone else loves hearing them sing.
+sigh+
Lack of confidence is crippling, to the point that even your own boyfriend has to work his tactfulness to the extremes to tell you that it's really not good and no one should give you a mike. Ever.
Disclaimer: I dramatize. Weng's been nothing short of supportive of my choral efforts. The tactfulness part is true though.
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