Time flies...

oh gosh. one more month! exact!

haha one more month to what?

go figure. not that hard.

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this is an interesting convo i had with this chs junior standing at bishan mrt this afternoon, waiting for people to come to board the bus for chs open house.

me: you're in sec...
him: sec 2
me: oh that means.. blue badge?
him: yar.
me: haha same as me
him: oh! then you are sec what?
me: i'm sec 2 too! (with a look on my face that says that i'm not sec 2)

by the way, i was wearing RJ school u when i said this! poor guy. he went like 'oh sorry sorry'... i didnt catch his name though, his badge was facing away from me.

but he was quite bored, standing there alone, waiting for his lunch break.

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i cant believe how time flies. no i'm not going to go into all that again so dun worry.

but yar, time really flies.

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eeks. my neck is stiff. shoulders are stiff. playing is stiff. 3 days to A lvl prac.

and i have to get used to my erhu in 3 days? gosh. as in. another sound. erks.

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things undone:
FM 2 mock
GP mock
Physics paperS
the extra maths papers i have lying around at home
the maths s paper i have at home
programme notes.

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Post note.
was listening to my chopin nocturne i recorded on friday. gosh. i want to cry. im not trying to be ego or what but i think my chopin is finally peaking. at the right time. and it will continue to grow, i hope. unfortunately im not playing that chopin for npvc. how stupid of me, choosing a scherzo instead.

fine.

i played chopin on wednesday evening in school, to an almost empty LT. but i felt satisfied then more than when i was playing to an audience. this chopin, so tragic, so passionate, its a private affair. almost like a secret love life between me and chopin, but he's dead by the way. how can some people listen to things like this and go, ' huh emotional MEH?' i mean. gosh. its his most tragic output. and as of now, i have a story for it, a love story, a sad one, about losing a loved one. lau says im shallow, and he says its for the love for a grandfather. well, i cant say he's wrong, nor can i say i'm correct either. though Ms Yang did laugh at my story and said, how modern. ha.

my teacher heard my story too, and thought it reflected in the music. i rmb she asked me if that story related to myself. fortunately, no, not presently.

another friend listened to it and commented, how come chopin is so tragic. that was way back in june. but this friend appreciates this chopin more than some people.

and on friday, this guy from CE came up, told me he was one of the people who sneaked into the lt when i was practising on wednesday, and said my chopin was nice. didnt asked which one it was, cos i practised the scherzo too. but i think the scherzo, though impressive and virtuosic, is nowhere near the nocturne. oh have i said it yet. Nocturne Op 48 no. 1 c minor. the saddest one.

and also the hardest one, given the doppio movimento part, just look at it. triplet chords in both hands, and still have to play a melody and bass line over these repeated chords, and be heard. haha.

by the way, i realised piu meant different things in italian and french, and it almost cost me my interpretation. cos there's a section poco piu lento. i took it as a little LESS slowly, but should be a little MORE slowly. haha.

on thursday, i was almost in tears after i played chopin. yes, chopin has that effect. if this happens during A's, sighs. and with khachaturian after that i will just break down after i walk out.

if i can still walk.

my knee still hurts.