zzzzzzzzz.............
just ate me dinner... chicken chop bought home by my dad... not bad.. haha... oh wells...
went for pco rehearsal for the rossini stabat concert this coming sat.. it was probably one of the worst rehearsal i've ever had with pco, and christoven thinks so too for him.. my concentration was down, and everything seemed like a blur for me.. you know when you are not focusing, and then the thigns you see arent appearing that real to you? and somehow the lights around you seem to dim or flicker? it was exactly what i felt, only that the light was literally flickering above me.. one of the lamps was spoilt... and a bunch of wrong notes came from my cello... i wonder what mr lim thinks of me now...
andris was principal cellist, as usual, and she smsed me in the morning that its gonna be a sight-reading session, and it will be super scary.. uh, coming from her? cannot be trusted... when we started reading the score, she played as if she practiced for weeks already.. not surprising... haha... what do you expect from a prodigy? nono... its proooooooooooooooooooooooooodigy, as alan would put it...
well, havent been contacting wei kang for the past few days... for some of you who knew, well, yea... wei kang!!! oi!! we're here if you ever need us ok? dont do anything stupid.. really... hope you're doing well larh.. nothing much i can say.. i'm not the kind of guy who can comfort someone... so i hope at least i can help out in any way?
i've been thinking... prodigies... in the musical world especially... what exactly brought them about? was it intense training and discipline by the parents? or a natural gift that happens just like that? i dunno... maybe both... it happened that both my brother and sister were under strict discipline from my dad... i didnt receive as much attenti0n from him compared to them, because i learn cello, not violin, which my dad specialises in... he couldnt really help me much when i was young, and all he could really do was to force me to practice and practice... i cant help but feel a sense of jealousy, enviness and regret when i look at those really good people out there.... if only i could be like them.. if only i practiced like mad when i was young... if only............ then things would be much easier now... nothing i can do now... but practice and practice and practice to make up for lost time... oh well....
now i'm depressed... =.=
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