Stole this from nigo. I think it's super cool!
12.21.2007
12.02.2007
Our Cantabile
Just finished the drama version of "Nodame Cantabile" (thanks sango!).
I have to blog this, i really need to. My eyes are swelling with tears right now. The series' good. But the main reason for tears is that it made memories flood back. All the way back to when I was in secondary school. My most presious, most glorious period of my entire life. I remembered the first time I CONDUCTED ON STAGE. When I was 14. Although ours was far from an ochestra... it was my honour to be able to do so. I missed my band members! So much... so much I couldn't find a word to describe the magnitude of it. Fragments of time retrospect itself... collecting them... remembering them.. keeping them close to the heart... when I strode for the first time in national parade with a 3kg saxaphone... how I dreamt of bringing our band to another level, on par, no.. better than the teams of St. John & VI... Yes, that dream was the main reason I endured the sun, the military fashion trainning... The band was all I have at that time, my refuge from my broken family. I miss them all....
Where are they now? The swift directing of the mace, the graceful fall of the drum sticks, the rhythm... the deep tones of the lower brass - the trombone! And yes, of course, the winds.... the clarinet that I struggled so much to learn. Until my lips changed shape. The slightly thick nub of flesh in the centre of the upper lip... was the evidence that I love the reed mouthpiece so much.
Yes.. that band saved me.. it gave me a home... a cantabile so that I didn't stride down the wrong path...
Cochrane Brass Band... Our cantabile...
I have to blog this, i really need to. My eyes are swelling with tears right now. The series' good. But the main reason for tears is that it made memories flood back. All the way back to when I was in secondary school. My most presious, most glorious period of my entire life. I remembered the first time I CONDUCTED ON STAGE. When I was 14. Although ours was far from an ochestra... it was my honour to be able to do so. I missed my band members! So much... so much I couldn't find a word to describe the magnitude of it. Fragments of time retrospect itself... collecting them... remembering them.. keeping them close to the heart... when I strode for the first time in national parade with a 3kg saxaphone... how I dreamt of bringing our band to another level, on par, no.. better than the teams of St. John & VI... Yes, that dream was the main reason I endured the sun, the military fashion trainning... The band was all I have at that time, my refuge from my broken family. I miss them all....
Where are they now? The swift directing of the mace, the graceful fall of the drum sticks, the rhythm... the deep tones of the lower brass - the trombone! And yes, of course, the winds.... the clarinet that I struggled so much to learn. Until my lips changed shape. The slightly thick nub of flesh in the centre of the upper lip... was the evidence that I love the reed mouthpiece so much.
Yes.. that band saved me.. it gave me a home... a cantabile so that I didn't stride down the wrong path...
Cochrane Brass Band... Our cantabile...
11.04.2007
10.13.2007
9.24.2007
Geez! I need a break!
Just got back from work and now I'm slumping in front of my pc again. Finally the project that I've been busy with for the past two months is done. Yeah, it'll launch in a day or two. I'm proud of it!
Not forget to mention that my grandma passed away peacefully last Monday 17.9.2007 at the ripe age of 93 years. I really can't imagine myself living for almost a century. I'll miss her. All the knitting that she taught me, the bright red cardigan that she knitted for me when I was a kid... maybe that's when my desire for the color of red began. I caught everything on the video, from the mass to the funeral. I didn't feel sad at all, frankly I didn't even cried a tear. Just a little guilt, maybe slightly more than a little, because I don't think that I've done anything remarkable for her. But still, she's grandma and all. She's in a better place now.
I just wanna live for today so that I'll have no regrets tomorrow. And maybe the first step towards that is a shower right now so that I won't blame myself for having rashes tomorrow! Chuckles!
Not forget to mention that my grandma passed away peacefully last Monday 17.9.2007 at the ripe age of 93 years. I really can't imagine myself living for almost a century. I'll miss her. All the knitting that she taught me, the bright red cardigan that she knitted for me when I was a kid... maybe that's when my desire for the color of red began. I caught everything on the video, from the mass to the funeral. I didn't feel sad at all, frankly I didn't even cried a tear. Just a little guilt, maybe slightly more than a little, because I don't think that I've done anything remarkable for her. But still, she's grandma and all. She's in a better place now.
I just wanna live for today so that I'll have no regrets tomorrow. And maybe the first step towards that is a shower right now so that I won't blame myself for having rashes tomorrow! Chuckles!
8.30.2007
I'm Back
Hi,
I'm back on-line. Just completed the Streamyx self installation. LOL. Now I can continue to download my Tsubasa comics! Yay! Gotta start right away. Tata!
I'm back on-line. Just completed the Streamyx self installation. LOL. Now I can continue to download my Tsubasa comics! Yay! Gotta start right away. Tata!
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