Saturday, September 24, 2005
music musing
Something beckons and calls and tugs
At my heart-strings
I see a bright light in front
Glimmer it does.
Hope.
Something makes me want to sing
I want to sing
So badly
But the seats are empty.
Secrecy.
Along I drift, arbitrary,
Adding a little flavour
Like a drop of honey
In your milk tea.
Yummy.
Bubbling inside me
Frothing floatation of fleeting ideas,
Nuances,
Sobbing strings, serenading.
Longings.
Enraptured by creation,
By creations’ creation
Beauty
Captured in my heart,in a little corner,
Forever.
****
I long to sing forever. I do, you know. Music. If ever i became deaf or lose my voice due to some disease...it would take tremendous courage to carry on my life. I admire people who cannot hear, how can they ever appreciate again the lovely sounds of music that mould and shape so many various nuances of people and the world? How can they ever hear laughter? Yet i have heard many who cannot see say tt they see no good, nor can they see evil. Hence those who cannot hear, hear no good, nor evil.
But i cannot imagine a world of silence. I think i might die. Melodramatic as usual:) Music inspires me to write, to live, to work, to create, to dance. Music gives me a heart. I can cry, smile or scream along to various types of music. Moods can be echoed by music. Music is my voice when i write and sing... I pray that i can have the privilege to have that wonderful gift of music as some of the great composers:)
In fact that simple, but heartfelt poem is written while listening to Kavin Hoo's piano playing in the background. :) Art is gg ok. The teachers are damn smart. They lied to us about the submission date! Can u believe it?? They colluded against us poor art students and told us that e submission date wuz on monday when it wuz actually one wednesday!! So yeah...we were relieved. Cunning sia.
At my heart-strings
I see a bright light in front
Glimmer it does.
Hope.
Something makes me want to sing
I want to sing
So badly
But the seats are empty.
Secrecy.
Along I drift, arbitrary,
Adding a little flavour
Like a drop of honey
In your milk tea.
Yummy.
Bubbling inside me
Frothing floatation of fleeting ideas,
Nuances,
Sobbing strings, serenading.
Longings.
Enraptured by creation,
By creations’ creation
Beauty
Captured in my heart,in a little corner,
Forever.
****
I long to sing forever. I do, you know. Music. If ever i became deaf or lose my voice due to some disease...it would take tremendous courage to carry on my life. I admire people who cannot hear, how can they ever appreciate again the lovely sounds of music that mould and shape so many various nuances of people and the world? How can they ever hear laughter? Yet i have heard many who cannot see say tt they see no good, nor can they see evil. Hence those who cannot hear, hear no good, nor evil.
But i cannot imagine a world of silence. I think i might die. Melodramatic as usual:) Music inspires me to write, to live, to work, to create, to dance. Music gives me a heart. I can cry, smile or scream along to various types of music. Moods can be echoed by music. Music is my voice when i write and sing... I pray that i can have the privilege to have that wonderful gift of music as some of the great composers:)
In fact that simple, but heartfelt poem is written while listening to Kavin Hoo's piano playing in the background. :) Art is gg ok. The teachers are damn smart. They lied to us about the submission date! Can u believe it?? They colluded against us poor art students and told us that e submission date wuz on monday when it wuz actually one wednesday!! So yeah...we were relieved. Cunning sia.
Thursday, September 22, 2005
darn those goodbyes
OMG..according to my calculations...it's 1 day to honour's nite, 4 days to art project submission, 21 days to baccalaurete, less than 20 days to j1 promos and 47 more days to my first a level paper. OMG. eeps. I never tot i would have made it this far. So it's gg to be all over soon...*heaves a big sigh of relief*. Not that the ride wuz horrible...juz tt i'm quite tired lah. So strange been so tired lately...haven't even really started mugging yet, and the counting down doesn't help.
Hee...yup darn those goodbyes. I know in 4 days we r gg to see a somewhat closure to the happy little art community we have grown to be:) haha, n we only got closer like a couple of weeks ago due to all the frantic rushing to do prep in the studio, or usually we will be isolated in some foreign room somewhere in the school. Mine is the clay room which is basically one of the more isolated rooms...only got cherie, eugene and james for company. Then they all left one by one so i wuz left in total isolation during the sept hols...well almost. Haha, this whole art family business started last sat when mr dun came in to give us a pep talk on how we all shd help each other out...and so the term "happy little art community" came to birth:) Yeah...lah pep talk given due to poor attendence on sat...er i didn't go btw. So now everybody likes to use it and laugh abt it...but amidst those laughter and the jokes abt it, i know we all treasure it lah. Haha...those silly times when we will sit around and do prep and talk n stuff...pretty cool:) Haha n like eugene said, it will b sad when the project is done, out on display n everything..with the lights on, prep drawn hopefully to the best possible standart, and mounted...then it's goodbye to a whole year of sheer hard work and determination and the blossoming friendship within the art room. Haha. so sentimental. But like i said i have grown to be such a sensitive creature these 2 years tt it's freaking me out.
Haha...i don't know if i have said this before but i think i will say it again lah...to me i kinda have this one value on friendship that i live by: Friendship is that arbitrary unit that i will always try to keep constant. I know it's close to impossible but haiz i said i will try right?:)
Hee...yup darn those goodbyes. I know in 4 days we r gg to see a somewhat closure to the happy little art community we have grown to be:) haha, n we only got closer like a couple of weeks ago due to all the frantic rushing to do prep in the studio, or usually we will be isolated in some foreign room somewhere in the school. Mine is the clay room which is basically one of the more isolated rooms...only got cherie, eugene and james for company. Then they all left one by one so i wuz left in total isolation during the sept hols...well almost. Haha, this whole art family business started last sat when mr dun came in to give us a pep talk on how we all shd help each other out...and so the term "happy little art community" came to birth:) Yeah...lah pep talk given due to poor attendence on sat...er i didn't go btw. So now everybody likes to use it and laugh abt it...but amidst those laughter and the jokes abt it, i know we all treasure it lah. Haha...those silly times when we will sit around and do prep and talk n stuff...pretty cool:) Haha n like eugene said, it will b sad when the project is done, out on display n everything..with the lights on, prep drawn hopefully to the best possible standart, and mounted...then it's goodbye to a whole year of sheer hard work and determination and the blossoming friendship within the art room. Haha. so sentimental. But like i said i have grown to be such a sensitive creature these 2 years tt it's freaking me out.
Haha...i don't know if i have said this before but i think i will say it again lah...to me i kinda have this one value on friendship that i live by: Friendship is that arbitrary unit that i will always try to keep constant. I know it's close to impossible but haiz i said i will try right?:)
// posted by grace @ 12:25 AM
Saturday, September 17, 2005
time will tell
ok so i finally got back my prelim results...it wuz not exactly disappointing. Thank God:) And really must thank caleb for all his help in lit. Thank you caleb,thank u caleb, thank u caleb...haha. But really i am rather encouraged by the improvement in e8. It's wierd but while doing the exams i really felt like i did the exams diff from other times...as in...my style in approaching the subjects. I think i see an improvement coming along.
I hope i don't sound like im gloating...but really with all this pessimism around hee...im glad tt i didn't do as badly as i tot i would. Though in all honesty, i did really badly for geog and ec. So will juz have to really cheong this 7 weeks. Can u believe it?? Juz 7 weeks. omgosh. yeah...
Oh wellz. Today wuz an extremely monotonous day...i basically did e1 the whole day. Can't imagine what it would be like after the A's. Probably equally monotonous. Michael Buble is coming to town:) 10th oct...bummer so near to A's.
I hate it when i can't get my pt across properly. I feel like i ought to have more knowledge to be able to convince people abt my beliefs. But words bereft me sometimes...i mean I don't know why alot of things are as such..and further more it's hard to try to convince somebody who doesn't really want to believe.
Ah wellz...sometimes it's good if one is not so qualified and smart. Acquiring too much knowledge tends to arouse many questions, simple trust and faith will hence be ousted out from the picture. Sad but true.
I hope i don't sound like im gloating...but really with all this pessimism around hee...im glad tt i didn't do as badly as i tot i would. Though in all honesty, i did really badly for geog and ec. So will juz have to really cheong this 7 weeks. Can u believe it?? Juz 7 weeks. omgosh. yeah...
Oh wellz. Today wuz an extremely monotonous day...i basically did e1 the whole day. Can't imagine what it would be like after the A's. Probably equally monotonous. Michael Buble is coming to town:) 10th oct...bummer so near to A's.
I hate it when i can't get my pt across properly. I feel like i ought to have more knowledge to be able to convince people abt my beliefs. But words bereft me sometimes...i mean I don't know why alot of things are as such..and further more it's hard to try to convince somebody who doesn't really want to believe.
Ah wellz...sometimes it's good if one is not so qualified and smart. Acquiring too much knowledge tends to arouse many questions, simple trust and faith will hence be ousted out from the picture. Sad but true.
// posted by grace @ 10:00 PM
Friday, September 09, 2005
Be With Me, my beloved
I juz went to catch e show Be With Me directed by local director eric khoo. I would think it's one of the rare local art flims tt actually got commercial attention. I heard it got sold today at GV even...I guess it's popular partly due to the controversial lesbian lovers in the show n the topic on love which is...universal.
This show really reminded me of Birth, starring Kidman...it's so visual with hardly any dialogue. I liked it though. The style wuz unconventional but it brought the msg across. Watched it with mindy n joey. Yeah, despite the lack of dialogues, the nuances were communicated thoroughly. It's so sad really.
"Be with me, my beloved, my love, that my smile may never fade."
Indeed, my smile will never fade if u never fade...
How do u express something that u want to say so much yet can find no way to say it right. It all flies away anyway juz as his pink floral pages gets blown away by the wind. Why are some love unrequited? Why are some lovers cruel? Why and how is it people can be so addicted to that one person that the addiction so embarasses yet u can't break free. Have u ever loved like that before? Maybe I have...
It's madness but you quite enjoy the feeling at times. Is it only a feeling then. How can one person hold so much power to make you feel both weak and strong at the same time, to give u such joy and pain in equal amounts.
It's easy to look like i don't really care. But i actually do. I care too much even. But I can't keep harping on it everyday can i. There are a million things people juz don't say but it doesn't mean they don't think it or feel it. I think it I feel it...'til my thoughts and feelings are spent.
It's so easy to cry. Such an indulgence. I have indulged quite a bit. The forlorn look on my face today must have scared quite a few passengers on e bus...they must b wondering who is this melancholic suicidal looking girl. Haha. Sorry m in one or my moods. The blues. Best time to write i say... Haha im so blue all i want is juz to listen to sad songs...hee i like to listen to stuff that reflect my present mood.
It's so complicated, what can i say to make all of u understand me a little better? In fact I won't even explain myself because i don't see the point anyway. This crazy little thing called love.
Be with me my beloved, and my tears will fade.
This show really reminded me of Birth, starring Kidman...it's so visual with hardly any dialogue. I liked it though. The style wuz unconventional but it brought the msg across. Watched it with mindy n joey. Yeah, despite the lack of dialogues, the nuances were communicated thoroughly. It's so sad really.
"Be with me, my beloved, my love, that my smile may never fade."
Indeed, my smile will never fade if u never fade...
How do u express something that u want to say so much yet can find no way to say it right. It all flies away anyway juz as his pink floral pages gets blown away by the wind. Why are some love unrequited? Why are some lovers cruel? Why and how is it people can be so addicted to that one person that the addiction so embarasses yet u can't break free. Have u ever loved like that before? Maybe I have...
It's madness but you quite enjoy the feeling at times. Is it only a feeling then. How can one person hold so much power to make you feel both weak and strong at the same time, to give u such joy and pain in equal amounts.
It's easy to look like i don't really care. But i actually do. I care too much even. But I can't keep harping on it everyday can i. There are a million things people juz don't say but it doesn't mean they don't think it or feel it. I think it I feel it...'til my thoughts and feelings are spent.
It's so easy to cry. Such an indulgence. I have indulged quite a bit. The forlorn look on my face today must have scared quite a few passengers on e bus...they must b wondering who is this melancholic suicidal looking girl. Haha. Sorry m in one or my moods. The blues. Best time to write i say... Haha im so blue all i want is juz to listen to sad songs...hee i like to listen to stuff that reflect my present mood.
It's so complicated, what can i say to make all of u understand me a little better? In fact I won't even explain myself because i don't see the point anyway. This crazy little thing called love.
Be with me my beloved, and my tears will fade.
// posted by grace @ 12:42 AM
Thursday, September 08, 2005
uploaded
I finally took the time to upload some pics:) I have finally understood the beauty of photography...we dun need to look great, pretty, perfect or happy...posing always and all...i think the beauty is tt the pic means something...an event or memory tt i want to remember. Hee...had alot of fun putting captions for the pics:) Here are some of my faves:)
J2 farewell
The last 10 survivors at alex's house:) Hee...the lighting looks nice and nostalgic...i think.
Blow me kisses!!
The uber cool choir men shirt. Pink words. It takes a man to wear pink.haha.
At swee's house
This is classic...i will never forget how the sprite spurted out of the bottle...cass's little saga while opening fizzy drinks...it wuz quite pretty i half wanted to run upstairs to take a pic of the sprite fountain but wuz too rooted in shock.
At e beach
Some of us went to east coast to kayak n blade...hee...my arms were aching like mad at night, could hardly sleep. But u noe being out there with waves and everything, made me feel so vulnerable and see how fragile the all supposedly "powerful" human race really is. The waves were quite daunting, yet in my heart I felt at peace cuz i knew who controls the waves and calms the seas:)
J2 farewell
The last 10 survivors at alex's house:) Hee...the lighting looks nice and nostalgic...i think.
Blow me kisses!!
The uber cool choir men shirt. Pink words. It takes a man to wear pink.haha.
At swee's house
This is classic...i will never forget how the sprite spurted out of the bottle...cass's little saga while opening fizzy drinks...it wuz quite pretty i half wanted to run upstairs to take a pic of the sprite fountain but wuz too rooted in shock.
At e beach
Some of us went to east coast to kayak n blade...hee...my arms were aching like mad at night, could hardly sleep. But u noe being out there with waves and everything, made me feel so vulnerable and see how fragile the all supposedly "powerful" human race really is. The waves were quite daunting, yet in my heart I felt at peace cuz i knew who controls the waves and calms the seas:)
// posted by grace @ 11:21 PM
