So, i have deproved. Not much of a surprise. I played for performance class today, and i realised myself only later that ive indeed lost touch with the Pipa! Over these 3 months, i think ive been a really bad boy. Well, im looking forward to my lesson with YanYu. I think she'll need to fix her jaw afterwards...
Its been a hell of a week. Not really busy, yet. There were a few things to be done, and im diligent enough to get them completed before its due. Im comfortable with the timeslots for this semester. I think its fixed quite well with my schedule, except currently for one, which aint about school. Im facing this problem of... i dunno how i should put it. But well, whateva it is, im just not really happy with it. More or less, disappointed. Nevermind, i managed to change my timeslot for counterpoint, so i can wake up later and attend a smaller class, where i'll most probably recieve more attention. Despite the advantage, im quite worried if i'll recieve too much of it. My stress level has dropped much ever since i graduated from my second year. On the other hand, another meter is rising. Im sure everybody in class would face this fear of our final year end recital. Im sure mine would be a big screwed up.
Its funny. My performances during class are usually bad, in general. But during my exam, or competition, it'll boost up quite thick. Im wondering whether its the stress, or the lack of concern and sincerity in my playing. Whateva it is, im very aware of my own standards and where i stand amongst the other players. Im not first, neither am i last, but im definitely not as good as some other rising juniors. Whateva it is, its the fact that i should face due to my karma. Im not speaking in tongues of Buddhism, but just that its my consequence to face. Its my burden to bear. However, im very open about such comments about my playing, afterall im prone to filtering things i hear. So, today and as the normal days back then, i know... i played badly. Im not sure whether to laugh or to just stone. Im sure i wont feel sad, unless i let somebody down. I know, how about myself right? I can deal with it, im fine.
Revenge was sweet, isnt it? U'll taste ur own medicine very soon...
That was some random thought for somebody. Dun worry, it meant no harm! Well, the first week got past quite quickly. U know, like sandflies, but they do leave a scar behind. I'd almost no time to do any other things at night, because i was preoccupied with CSCO concert, which was held at SCH yesterday. HuBingXu, as mentioned before, was our guest conductor, who motivated us, taught us, scolded us and praised us. We fought hard, and he acknowledged our effort. We were all touched by his words, his passion and his care. The concert was a kick off, for the first time i felt so satisfied with myself for orchestral music. U know, i seldom really dive in deep into the spirit of those orchestral pieces, but being the principal this time round, without any others to help me, i was on my own.
Alvin, YanJun and LaiWeng were great on stage. The Pipa group was fantastic! LaiWeng had to deal with my sarcasm and chidings. Poor thing, but well i hope she understands that its to help her. Its no good relying so much on YanJun too, afterall theres not a full percentage that both are equally sure of certain things. Even for me, sometimes ive to listen out to Alvin too. Well, theres always a line to balance on. So, LaiWeng, please practice hard and focus more! Orchestral music is about urself and the whole orchestra. How much are u giving out, and how much are u recieving? I bet ur not even sure about that. I had to force her to not play for this single legato melody because of the noise from her nails. I had to, but its not a bad thing. Its for all, not for one. Well, LaiWeng, keep going. Alvin and YanJun are experienced players, they shoud know better.
I must thank my friends who came to watch. Mark and Christoven, along with Lisa, thanks to them for supporting me. Dear Tommy, who came to support too, thanks very much, though i think u were having a hard time accepting Chinese music. My family members of course, being my grandparents, Winnie, Mervin, Dorothy and Yong, Maria and Nerissa, Gloria, Douglas and WeiKeat. It was a pleasure and really a stapled smile on my cheeks to see u guys at my concert. Im so grateful for u guys to keep supporting me though the tickets were really expensive! Im so thankful, i dunno what else i can do. Well, and of course finally to my dear friend, QingLun, who fought with me in the morning.
Well, QingLun, i dun wish to put everything here, but roughly... its still... ur fault! I think sometimes our fate is in the script of a play. How can such things happen over and over again? I really cant believe it, though im certainly sure that ive done my part. So, with his insensitivity, he made me tear. He never fails! We fought over messages, and i seriously mean long messages like 2 or 3 pages long each. He didnt wanna pick up my phone, and so i didnt care after calling once.
We met at SCH, and everything was fine. QingLun, ur full of surprises. I hate surprises... Anyway, we chatted on the phone late at night till deep into the wee hours. We laughed at silly things, talked about dirty things... im joking, and we shared some thoughts. Well, he's still sure that its my fault. Whateva! Anything! Go get a can. And, hello, please!
Today, after catching the very... interesting... concert at NAFA, i headed home immediately with KaiXiang. Well, its a totally new feel. U know, sometimes u idle in school, wasting time... finding mates to eat prata or something, its a total waste of time. U see, after arriving home earlier, i could illegally download songs, search for some photos and even listened to some music. I can do so much at home, in the joy of my comfort zone! While walking there, KaiXiang, or Rit, shared some music with me.
Surprised, as we were too, we met Joe on the bus too. Well, now at least i know i can find some other people to accompany me home! But Joe and ShaSha dropped off at Novena, probably because of the packed bus. My ears were parched with new music, after Rit shared some, i was so motivated to go seek and hunt for such music myself. He was embarrassing in the bus! I was busy hiding my face, but theres nothing bigger for me to seek refuge.
After alighting, i brought him to my vacinity. We walked over to the coffeeshop, to grab a bite. He had dinner, and i bought him light snacks and drinks. Mom was there, and i think she was surprised to see me and my friend. I passed her my bag, and i went to sit with Rit on a separate table. He was busy teaching me Thai, and i think i did quite well though my brain is currently switched off already. Busy server i guess... i just cant remember much... It was fun talking to him, crapping and laughing cock. Its really sick at times... i just dunno what to say.
Well, i walked him back to his stop, and waited together for his bus. Sang some songs... and said goodbye.
I dunno why, but i know there are things i shouldnt say here. This isnt regarding anything uve just read, dun think so far yet. I'll guide u slowly... follow my lines. I think, its like the poles, and i find that people from a different upbringing of instrumental studies, especially the Chinese woodwinds, are of a wierd category in my magazine. Theres so much to look out for, but somehow, they're different, very much different. Read between the lines...
Alright, my Mom just came in to give me that cold stare and commanded me to go to bed. Its the general's command! How can i not obey? So, rest well people. Enjoy and goodnight!
Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
First Week
Its later than i thought. Its already the fourth day of school. Hows life? Hows school? The usual questions i hear around. Well, to be honest, i thought its kinda great. However, to be realistic, it sucks. Theres a difference there, if u dun get it. It doesnt matter, whats important is that i get to rest more and relax more than the previous year. So grateful for that! And of course, being blessed with friends around.
This is a busy week. Other than school, ive to handle with my rehearsals for CSCO. This Sunday, we'll be performing at SCH already. Guest conductor, HuBingXu, is so far one of the greatest ive seen. Back then, there was ZhangLie who i enjoyed his logical explanations very much. His temper was not thrown around like ive heard he would. Being merciful towards us, being an amateur orchestra, unlike his usual professional orchestras. Its his first time conducting an amateur orchestra, i hope he'll find something new with us, as we learn many other new things from him. U see, if theres an exchange, its a good bargain. However, if he finds us irritating and hard to teach, then... theres no good trading experiences between us and the conductor. So far, so good. The concert will definitely be awesome!
Not just the concert, this time round, my tickets sold has raised up to a few percentage. I remembered that i used to return the tickets in a full booklet. Im amazed myself how supportive some of my friends are. I did call up a few friends, messaged my relatives and reminded some of my fellow musicians. Well, the reply was pretty good. Fairul, a Malay Euphonium player, even agreed to come watch my concert. I know, its strage, but im elated to learn of that. QingLun bought tickets from me, my relatives bought the most and of course, my friends like Mark and Tommy bought from me too.
Talking about Tommy, recently... there was a concert held at VCH by SNYO. Tommy was featured as a concerto soloist for the YellowRiver Piano concerto. It was played very well. I think i mentioned that already... but well, no harm mentioning again! Im also quite dissapointed with the intelligence of the audience. They are not musically aware of anything, and yet they have the cheeks to bring out their ugly concert etiquette. Its really fascinating...
Its been quite a long time since i last blogged. I told myself that i'll start blogging up my life again. Slowly, it'll eventually bring sacred place back into a holy ground for many people. Well, the holidays have clearly slowed my pace...
The first day of school was horrible. We had to audition for the choir. What the hell? Yes. I had to sing this wierd tune from the Piano that DrGoh played. I told him i couldnt get the first note, and i was immediately sent to a 'B' choir. Whats that for? I dunno. But well, its obvious that those who got the notes were sent to the supposingly better choir, 'A' choir. So, some others were forced or asked to audition for the chamber choir, which would be held on Friday mornings. Im glad that i passed the audition. Not literally passed... but im happy its over. The size of the Chinese musicians are overwhelming. As compared with the past, i think im slightly happier with the current size. However, back then... theres its pros. Though the age gap is closing up, more immature situations of course would rise. Let me recall the new musicians who joined us this year. Theres Moses, who'll be in the second year straight with QingLun and ShuMin. In the first year, theres Clara and Sophy, the twins. Also, MinHui, Joe, Candy and Michelle. The unfamiliar faces would only be Joe and Candy. Well, it was easy to get along with them... and to get them to talk, because we're all so close already. Somehow...
I took up 2 more new electives. One of which would be MrYeo's and another would be composition, not by DrGoh this year. Its by this composer. Ive heard of his name, but i just cant recall where i heard it from. But well, its alright. DrTan is my favourite lecturer so far. Though i miss DrKan's sweet voice, im starting to enjoy DrTan's humour. She's so bubbly and cute. She'll laugh at her jokes, and its very tickling for a standard of a doctorate. U get what i mean...
MrYeo's performance class will begin next week after my concert. I'll be joining the first years. Great... how great... By the way, our ensemble conductor has changed to MajorTay. I looked forward to it, and on Wednesday, i had the privilege of witnessing things myself. Before that, i had a tough time understanding counterpoint. I knew MrLim for a long time. We knew each other when i met him in ACS, he was conducting the band there. Well, we're not that close, but its not that cold listening to him teach for the first time. There was this friendly warmth there, but still... the idea of counterpoint has sunken in, but it doesnt reflect in my homework. I had a hard time filling in my assessment. It was tough! Mark, LianWei and SiHan were all bothered by the irritating issues that were not mentioned by MrLim himself during class. But well, DrGoh told us its wrong. During our composition tutorial, we gave it to him for checking. Well... i should have just ignored everything and answered those questions with my knowledge of the mentioned rules and just pass it up to Mark.
Anyway, i wont wanna talk about the ensemble. This week, many little cracks were shown in between friendships and more clouds of doubt cleared with just a gentle wind. I blew them away a time ago, but they came back to me today. I feel so much lighter when i have u around. I think u saved my life... before i fall deep into the pits of depression once again.
Its been hard clambering up. I wish not to fall, but u know, fate is not in my hands. Its in your's...
This is a busy week. Other than school, ive to handle with my rehearsals for CSCO. This Sunday, we'll be performing at SCH already. Guest conductor, HuBingXu, is so far one of the greatest ive seen. Back then, there was ZhangLie who i enjoyed his logical explanations very much. His temper was not thrown around like ive heard he would. Being merciful towards us, being an amateur orchestra, unlike his usual professional orchestras. Its his first time conducting an amateur orchestra, i hope he'll find something new with us, as we learn many other new things from him. U see, if theres an exchange, its a good bargain. However, if he finds us irritating and hard to teach, then... theres no good trading experiences between us and the conductor. So far, so good. The concert will definitely be awesome!
Not just the concert, this time round, my tickets sold has raised up to a few percentage. I remembered that i used to return the tickets in a full booklet. Im amazed myself how supportive some of my friends are. I did call up a few friends, messaged my relatives and reminded some of my fellow musicians. Well, the reply was pretty good. Fairul, a Malay Euphonium player, even agreed to come watch my concert. I know, its strage, but im elated to learn of that. QingLun bought tickets from me, my relatives bought the most and of course, my friends like Mark and Tommy bought from me too.
Talking about Tommy, recently... there was a concert held at VCH by SNYO. Tommy was featured as a concerto soloist for the YellowRiver Piano concerto. It was played very well. I think i mentioned that already... but well, no harm mentioning again! Im also quite dissapointed with the intelligence of the audience. They are not musically aware of anything, and yet they have the cheeks to bring out their ugly concert etiquette. Its really fascinating...
Its been quite a long time since i last blogged. I told myself that i'll start blogging up my life again. Slowly, it'll eventually bring sacred place back into a holy ground for many people. Well, the holidays have clearly slowed my pace...
The first day of school was horrible. We had to audition for the choir. What the hell? Yes. I had to sing this wierd tune from the Piano that DrGoh played. I told him i couldnt get the first note, and i was immediately sent to a 'B' choir. Whats that for? I dunno. But well, its obvious that those who got the notes were sent to the supposingly better choir, 'A' choir. So, some others were forced or asked to audition for the chamber choir, which would be held on Friday mornings. Im glad that i passed the audition. Not literally passed... but im happy its over. The size of the Chinese musicians are overwhelming. As compared with the past, i think im slightly happier with the current size. However, back then... theres its pros. Though the age gap is closing up, more immature situations of course would rise. Let me recall the new musicians who joined us this year. Theres Moses, who'll be in the second year straight with QingLun and ShuMin. In the first year, theres Clara and Sophy, the twins. Also, MinHui, Joe, Candy and Michelle. The unfamiliar faces would only be Joe and Candy. Well, it was easy to get along with them... and to get them to talk, because we're all so close already. Somehow...
I took up 2 more new electives. One of which would be MrYeo's and another would be composition, not by DrGoh this year. Its by this composer. Ive heard of his name, but i just cant recall where i heard it from. But well, its alright. DrTan is my favourite lecturer so far. Though i miss DrKan's sweet voice, im starting to enjoy DrTan's humour. She's so bubbly and cute. She'll laugh at her jokes, and its very tickling for a standard of a doctorate. U get what i mean...
MrYeo's performance class will begin next week after my concert. I'll be joining the first years. Great... how great... By the way, our ensemble conductor has changed to MajorTay. I looked forward to it, and on Wednesday, i had the privilege of witnessing things myself. Before that, i had a tough time understanding counterpoint. I knew MrLim for a long time. We knew each other when i met him in ACS, he was conducting the band there. Well, we're not that close, but its not that cold listening to him teach for the first time. There was this friendly warmth there, but still... the idea of counterpoint has sunken in, but it doesnt reflect in my homework. I had a hard time filling in my assessment. It was tough! Mark, LianWei and SiHan were all bothered by the irritating issues that were not mentioned by MrLim himself during class. But well, DrGoh told us its wrong. During our composition tutorial, we gave it to him for checking. Well... i should have just ignored everything and answered those questions with my knowledge of the mentioned rules and just pass it up to Mark.
Anyway, i wont wanna talk about the ensemble. This week, many little cracks were shown in between friendships and more clouds of doubt cleared with just a gentle wind. I blew them away a time ago, but they came back to me today. I feel so much lighter when i have u around. I think u saved my life... before i fall deep into the pits of depression once again.
Its been hard clambering up. I wish not to fall, but u know, fate is not in my hands. Its in your's...
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Sotto Voce
School is starting. Before it does, it has leeched me of my money. Well, not long, im sure it'll grab me by my ankle. I just need a relief, remove this shackle from my feet. Theres so much to do, theres so much to complete. Im not sure about u, but im worried for myself as i am for some others. Im sure there are plenty who'll get along just fine. They play by the rules, they play with their cards and they play well enough. As for us, we have to cheat. Some may see through a juggler's trick, but while others, they gape at it.
Ive lived and suffer long enough. Im sure its time to move on. To think about it, ive forgiven many, forgotten much but forgone little. Much of my woe stays. They do not free me, neither do i seek to liberate myself from its snare. Freedom is mine for the taking sooner or later. However, how ready am i? That, troubles me. My face remains wrinkled as i live by day and night, harrying myself with a burden that i cannot carry.
I wanna look far enough. Further than my eyes can bring me. But then again, bring me out of sight...
That day, i went to support Tommy. He played a concerto with SNYO. Well, it was great! I loved the third movement most, and its obvious that the other girls were... kinda poorer. Anyway, after that, Tommy's family treated us to supper at HongKongCafe. I felt kinda bad, but since his father was willing to, im kinda alright with that. Anyway, im sure i'll have another chance to treat Tommy or Audrey to something else some day. Goodjob Tommy, keep it up and build up more courage. Well, im looking at a mirror actually, i think im not any far from Tommy. Ive some fears... but well, ive to pretend to overcome them. It really depends on my audience...
Well, the CSCO concert is coming. The tickets are selling fast. In fact, i started selling mine today only, and ive left with just one last ticket. Im sure i'll need a few more, but well... its really hard to encourage people to attend the concert. U know, when its free, they'll consider. If its expensive, they'll really consider till they forget. Ive many replies, which from it ive learned how people react with stressful questions. Im sure there'll be a day that i'll use those innovative and creative replies on them. I simply learn from the best.
Theres much to say, but theres more to hide. I got quite a few comments... but somehow, its as soft as the wind. It shall appear as a guide, when all lights turn out on u.
Ive lived and suffer long enough. Im sure its time to move on. To think about it, ive forgiven many, forgotten much but forgone little. Much of my woe stays. They do not free me, neither do i seek to liberate myself from its snare. Freedom is mine for the taking sooner or later. However, how ready am i? That, troubles me. My face remains wrinkled as i live by day and night, harrying myself with a burden that i cannot carry.
I wanna look far enough. Further than my eyes can bring me. But then again, bring me out of sight...
That day, i went to support Tommy. He played a concerto with SNYO. Well, it was great! I loved the third movement most, and its obvious that the other girls were... kinda poorer. Anyway, after that, Tommy's family treated us to supper at HongKongCafe. I felt kinda bad, but since his father was willing to, im kinda alright with that. Anyway, im sure i'll have another chance to treat Tommy or Audrey to something else some day. Goodjob Tommy, keep it up and build up more courage. Well, im looking at a mirror actually, i think im not any far from Tommy. Ive some fears... but well, ive to pretend to overcome them. It really depends on my audience...
Well, the CSCO concert is coming. The tickets are selling fast. In fact, i started selling mine today only, and ive left with just one last ticket. Im sure i'll need a few more, but well... its really hard to encourage people to attend the concert. U know, when its free, they'll consider. If its expensive, they'll really consider till they forget. Ive many replies, which from it ive learned how people react with stressful questions. Im sure there'll be a day that i'll use those innovative and creative replies on them. I simply learn from the best.
Theres much to say, but theres more to hide. I got quite a few comments... but somehow, its as soft as the wind. It shall appear as a guide, when all lights turn out on u.
Friday, July 20, 2007
U And Ur Duties
Well, i know ive been missing since my fifth entry on Sydney. I'll complete it today just briefly, since i dun think anybody would really be interested in my longwinded details. So, i fell sick after eating that pasta with MikeChiang and friends. MrChiang shared with us his stories... and well, i kinda admire him. Im not sure about myself about many things, but im sure that ive people around to support me.
I had high fever for 3 days, which quickly ensnared KaiYi and YiRui who fell ill with me. So 3 of us laid in bed and the nurses came to take care of us. Our hotel room has transformed into a hospital ward overnight. How sweet? I was on the verge of healing, but i was naughty... i went out. I took the chance and headed out to DarlingHabour. Come on! Im sick, but so? I dun think i'll die, even if i will... i wont mind. But, im in Sydney! Its time to rock and roll... even if im in my grave, i'll make sure i have fun in Sydney as a zombie. I just wanna have fun!
The aquarium was great. Singapore has so much to learn... Anyway, i'll cut it short... We were invited to perform again at SydneyOperaHouse for the final closing ceremony. We got the highest score, and i believe that we're the only performing group throughout this 18 years of the festival to obtain a full mark. Im astonished by the achievement... The last day was kinda dull, its only in the morning that my fever has left me. Its time to leave i guess... I slept well the night before flying, making sure that im fine when i get to Singapore.
At the airport, we had no time to shop... we boarded the plane straightaway. Lucky for me, i bought some clothings... See, thats the good thing of being on ur own. I didnt follow any bugs and stuff... so i had time to do my shopping rather than listening to some complaints and gossips.
I sat beside MrChiang and the nurse who took care of me, HongYi. I must personally thank her, she really took care of me and was very kind. Typical nurse, a typical angel.
Well, its time to fly home. My feets could take a chance, but my heart couldnt find a way. I sat there, thinking and reflecting on my trip to Sydney. It felt like a year has passed, though reality really sits back there, so i wondered how Mom had been while im gone. I thought of my friends, though i only have some to really consider. I took out my candies and shirts... looked at them, thought maybe its too little to express my gratitude and my concern. I know, i brought around $1200 to Sydney, but mostly were spent elsewhere which im not really sure how... I calculated, and well... it summed out well.
Looking out, the bad memories of Sydney fell on me harder than the happy ones. I must admit, my heart lies solely within myself. I have no sides to stand on, but yet... ive witnessed broken friendships, but im always there to mend it. This time, the decision lies not within my hands. Ive washed my hands clean, i'll just watch. I'll be honest here. Jasmine and ChaiXia fell out on each other during this trip. I could tell and ive foreseen this to happen. My disappearance would explain slightly, but theres faults here and there which returned as more lines of weakness. I think the problem lies not within one, but both. Though i believe the heart should do most of the work, but now... reality takes part of one's life. Friends, new friends and old friends. I dunno which should weigh more, but as ive seen before in Jonathan... its the same thing. New life, new friends. Im happy for any of u, but honestly, its one missing friendship in my life, not two friends that i see.
Its sad. I looked down, turned my head towards MrChiang, who fell asleep before the plane took flight. I didnt dare open my mouth. I looked ahead and hoped that we'll be back soon. I wanna go back, not like now.
I bought wine for Mom, quite a few. She's thrilled... and well... gathering with my grandparents gave me warmth. This warmth that i couldnt find in Sydney. I love it back here, though my heart misses Sydney dearly.
Christoven bought me a keychain of a Banjo from USA. I immediately hung it to my bag. I passed him his shirt, but i didnt dare ask him to open it. He promised me that he'll look only when he reaches home. I felt kinda guilty that his shirt looked so wierd. Lets drop this topic...
After suffering the heat of OrchardRoad, i really regretted coming back. Watched movies with SiHan and Mark. Well, the movies were great. While waiting for Christoven during one of our appointment, i bought a book at Borders. Something interests me about body language, and i think i didnt make a wrong choice buying it. Its the only book i saw, and i took it quickly. Scanned through the pages and i fell in love with it.
It didnt take me long to complete it. Now, im equiped with a new skill. Lets just call it a sabbatical. There was a night, we headed to HardRockCafe for supper. We ordered food, listened to music, talked and i spent quite some time teaching them about body language. They were all very interested in it, especially Mark. Then, somebody went on stage, started singing. This girl was celebrating her birthday, then out of a sudden... his boyfriend proposes to her by singing a love song, followed by a love confession. It was stunning... the lighting and music was perfect. The mood was to kill for. How i admire them both. Everybody in the restaurant took out their camera phones and taped it down. I whipped it out but my camera had some special effect on it. Its not intentional, but it embellished the whole picture. Its so romantic...
Recently, i must admit that im obsessed with some fictional characters. Some of u might already know, but such characters are really attractive to me. Its not the gender of the characters... but their role and character. Saruman, the white wizard, is top of my favourites. He has a cool deep voice, followed by some evil sorcery. Umbridge, the high inquisitor, follows next with her sadistic nature and stubborn character. MirandaPresley, the chief editor of 'Runway', follows closely with her demanding and sarcastic attitude. These dark characters are really appealing! Dun u think so?
Alright, lets get emotional for a while... Ive planned my time around this, but it doesnt work out well. I thought maybe the holidays would be perfect... but, now its ending, i think ive wasted my time totally. Its disappointing...
Well, just go, leave me alone. Go.
I had high fever for 3 days, which quickly ensnared KaiYi and YiRui who fell ill with me. So 3 of us laid in bed and the nurses came to take care of us. Our hotel room has transformed into a hospital ward overnight. How sweet? I was on the verge of healing, but i was naughty... i went out. I took the chance and headed out to DarlingHabour. Come on! Im sick, but so? I dun think i'll die, even if i will... i wont mind. But, im in Sydney! Its time to rock and roll... even if im in my grave, i'll make sure i have fun in Sydney as a zombie. I just wanna have fun!
The aquarium was great. Singapore has so much to learn... Anyway, i'll cut it short... We were invited to perform again at SydneyOperaHouse for the final closing ceremony. We got the highest score, and i believe that we're the only performing group throughout this 18 years of the festival to obtain a full mark. Im astonished by the achievement... The last day was kinda dull, its only in the morning that my fever has left me. Its time to leave i guess... I slept well the night before flying, making sure that im fine when i get to Singapore.
At the airport, we had no time to shop... we boarded the plane straightaway. Lucky for me, i bought some clothings... See, thats the good thing of being on ur own. I didnt follow any bugs and stuff... so i had time to do my shopping rather than listening to some complaints and gossips.
I sat beside MrChiang and the nurse who took care of me, HongYi. I must personally thank her, she really took care of me and was very kind. Typical nurse, a typical angel.
Well, its time to fly home. My feets could take a chance, but my heart couldnt find a way. I sat there, thinking and reflecting on my trip to Sydney. It felt like a year has passed, though reality really sits back there, so i wondered how Mom had been while im gone. I thought of my friends, though i only have some to really consider. I took out my candies and shirts... looked at them, thought maybe its too little to express my gratitude and my concern. I know, i brought around $1200 to Sydney, but mostly were spent elsewhere which im not really sure how... I calculated, and well... it summed out well.
Looking out, the bad memories of Sydney fell on me harder than the happy ones. I must admit, my heart lies solely within myself. I have no sides to stand on, but yet... ive witnessed broken friendships, but im always there to mend it. This time, the decision lies not within my hands. Ive washed my hands clean, i'll just watch. I'll be honest here. Jasmine and ChaiXia fell out on each other during this trip. I could tell and ive foreseen this to happen. My disappearance would explain slightly, but theres faults here and there which returned as more lines of weakness. I think the problem lies not within one, but both. Though i believe the heart should do most of the work, but now... reality takes part of one's life. Friends, new friends and old friends. I dunno which should weigh more, but as ive seen before in Jonathan... its the same thing. New life, new friends. Im happy for any of u, but honestly, its one missing friendship in my life, not two friends that i see.
Its sad. I looked down, turned my head towards MrChiang, who fell asleep before the plane took flight. I didnt dare open my mouth. I looked ahead and hoped that we'll be back soon. I wanna go back, not like now.
I bought wine for Mom, quite a few. She's thrilled... and well... gathering with my grandparents gave me warmth. This warmth that i couldnt find in Sydney. I love it back here, though my heart misses Sydney dearly.
Christoven bought me a keychain of a Banjo from USA. I immediately hung it to my bag. I passed him his shirt, but i didnt dare ask him to open it. He promised me that he'll look only when he reaches home. I felt kinda guilty that his shirt looked so wierd. Lets drop this topic...
After suffering the heat of OrchardRoad, i really regretted coming back. Watched movies with SiHan and Mark. Well, the movies were great. While waiting for Christoven during one of our appointment, i bought a book at Borders. Something interests me about body language, and i think i didnt make a wrong choice buying it. Its the only book i saw, and i took it quickly. Scanned through the pages and i fell in love with it.
It didnt take me long to complete it. Now, im equiped with a new skill. Lets just call it a sabbatical. There was a night, we headed to HardRockCafe for supper. We ordered food, listened to music, talked and i spent quite some time teaching them about body language. They were all very interested in it, especially Mark. Then, somebody went on stage, started singing. This girl was celebrating her birthday, then out of a sudden... his boyfriend proposes to her by singing a love song, followed by a love confession. It was stunning... the lighting and music was perfect. The mood was to kill for. How i admire them both. Everybody in the restaurant took out their camera phones and taped it down. I whipped it out but my camera had some special effect on it. Its not intentional, but it embellished the whole picture. Its so romantic...
Recently, i must admit that im obsessed with some fictional characters. Some of u might already know, but such characters are really attractive to me. Its not the gender of the characters... but their role and character. Saruman, the white wizard, is top of my favourites. He has a cool deep voice, followed by some evil sorcery. Umbridge, the high inquisitor, follows next with her sadistic nature and stubborn character. MirandaPresley, the chief editor of 'Runway', follows closely with her demanding and sarcastic attitude. These dark characters are really appealing! Dun u think so?
Alright, lets get emotional for a while... Ive planned my time around this, but it doesnt work out well. I thought maybe the holidays would be perfect... but, now its ending, i think ive wasted my time totally. Its disappointing...
Well, just go, leave me alone. Go.
Friday, July 06, 2007
Febrile Disease
We played a piece which we'll be playing for the amphitheatre performance during the workshop with DavidRamadanoff. It turned out quite messy, so... we ran through it again after breakfast. I love the weather and i think the temperature was just right. I could wear as normal, and i could wear more without sweating. The air was dry and cool, making my face less oily too.
We boarded the coach after moving the instruments into the truck. We're having an outdoor performance at DarlingHabour. I hope u guys remember where DarlingHabour is, because ive mentioned it many times already. There wasnt much time for me to walk round DarlingHabour. That day, i shopped around at CircularQuay, which many did too. However, its DarlingHabour where i wanna do my shopping.
The coaches were confused with the location for us to alight. We're told that the amphitheatre was kinda far from our drop off point, meaning that we'll be shifting our heavy instruments all the way by manpower till the amphitheatre. We had no choice, after driving around and around, we alighted at the same area. The guys took care of the instruments, while the girls carried the smaller ones like Pipa, Ruan and ErHu. Whateva it is, the power of Xavier was strong. Its no use denying his powers for that its too mighty for us to withhold. Some pushed the drums, carried the heavy GeHu and quite a few were needed for the JianGu. I was pushing the drum, carrying the YangQin and GuZheng stands. Not at once of course.
I must admit that the other guys were all very helpful and they did much more than me. I stood there with my jaw dropped when i saw the amphitheatre. Its really amazing. Really.
Now, i know u can sense the sarcasm. Its really pathetic, its like this 2 tents. Thats all! The impression of an amphitheatre would be large white tents, with a dented performance ground and moreover, a place large enough for an orchestra.
After moving the instruments, we had to wait for the band to complete their set before ours. Now, we're already kinda late, and the band was still performing? Its an Australian band, no wonder. Their own people, their place, their call. The sky wasnt merciful, it started drizzling. I took the chance to quickly get our instruments tuned before it starts falling. From ears to mouth and mouth to ears, message passed quickly that MikeChiang is cutting down the orchestra for the performance. They told me that only 3 Pipa was needed, so... i thought that i'll tune their Pipas and just watch the performance, because it doesnt matter to me whether i perform or not. In the end, Geneviene told me that she'll be playing the drums for an item, so she wouldnt mind not playing. I thought that Kartika should perform because she's under NYPCO, and its her experience. As for YanJun and Angeline, i knew that they would wanna perform too. So, i gave up my seat, however... Kartika insisted that i take her place. Just in case if u dunno, there were 5 Pipa players, and the seating would be 2 to 3. The 2 infront, being Geneviene and i. Geneviene takes the principal seat because im just a guest musician. As for the 3 at the back, YanJun, Angeline and Kartika. YanJun and i were just helping out.
So, YanJun and Angeline both sat beside me during the performance. It was already drizzling heavily, the drums were all wet, but MrChiang told them to just whack it hard. MrChiang had to stand in the rain to conduct us. Angeline had a heatpad inside her sweater, by the sleeve to keep her hand warm. I was freezing, because its drizzling and the wind by the habour blew really strongly. YanJun was shivering, but the excitement from our final piece brought back warmth. By the end of the performance, i quickly kept my instrument and headed to find my bag.
My sweater was on the floor, while my bag was exposed to the rain. Despite the rain, many stayed to watch our performance by the stairs. Many were holding umbrellas, while some were busy with their camera recorders. We're glad to perform for them.
The instruments were moved back the way it was brought there. With the help of a small truck, it brought the heavier instruments to the drop off point. I stayed behind to help out which led to an horrible experience which i will never forget. We'll get to that...
Since its raining, the animals at the TarongaZoo would be hiding in their enclosures. Nobody rejected to the change of plans though i would really wish to visit the zoo. One of the reason would be the HabourBridge, which we would drive across if we were to travel by coach. If not, we'll take a ferry to TarongaZooFerryWharf. TarongaZoo is the city zoo of Sydney. It is located on the shores of SydneyHabour in Mosman. It is divided into eight zoogeographic regions with numerous indoor pavilions and outdoor exhibits, making it one of the largest of its kind. Another last reason would be for the sake of the koalas! The freaking cute koalas! My goodness!
We headed back to the hotel. The day before, we were told that there'll be a storm, so many of us heading back to the hotel to grab more clothings. Before the workshop we were walking through the winds at the city area. It was really freezing, with the cold winds blowing hard against our face and many of us were rubbing warmth out of nothing. We were tortured. In order not to allow such things to happen again, i went back to the hotel to get myself changed.
I wore less! Come on, we're going shopping instead of the zoo, and i think its alright to wear lesser because malls wont be that unreasonably cold. BondiJunction was where we're heading too. We missed out BondiBeach that day, and since we're at BondiJunction, the beach would be just a distance away. Its winter, but activities will still go on by the beach. Its running late, so i thought i'll give it a miss. At BondiBeach, people would surf and tan. Despite the winter season, many would still head to the beach for the warmth of the sun. Now, its only in such cold countries that i'll appreciate the warmth of the sun, or understand what it really is like. In Singapore, with the warmth of the sun, we're already heated like roasted nuts on concrete floor. By the corner of the beach, theres a club called BondiIcebergs. Its a winter swimming club! How cool right?
Whateva it is, the coach drove us to the mall. Its huge, nothing else but massive space. In the mall, we were greeted with many signs. They were all branded crap on discount! My eyes grew wild, franticly rolling around. Firstly, theres FCUK, which i missed at CircularQuay. However, we were following another group, and we went for dinner first. Since its impossible for me to dine at Sydney's famous seafood restaurant, Doyles, i'll have my serving of seafood at their foodcourt.
Its a huge mall, we didnt wanna get lost. We played safe by using their guide. Its a computer programme and it shows exactly how to get there by displaying a computerised directory guide. I was amazed by their technology... and it really saddens me how Singapore is like. I think Singapore is urbanised already, but to an extent that they think its enough. We found our way to the foodcourt, but we took the escalator up again because we didnt see the foodcourt. Well, i followed the shepard but i thought i saw the foodcourt. Its a huge area with tables separated out evenly, making it comfortable to the eyes even. Its bloody elegant can? Such a stylised foodcourt? Im embarrassed for Singapore. The rich use of brown and white gave it a very classy look. The stalls were grand and very well ornamented. There was Singaporean food, Japanese food and quite a huge selection ranging from sandwiches to their seafood cuisine. Many stopped by to feast their eyes on the seafood. My eyes were stapled on their freezer, staring straight at the lobsters, prawns, oysters and scallops. I was drooling for their baby octapus salad, which drew more of my attention than anything else. While many of them took their orders, i was hesitating with mine. ShaoLong, a Bass GeHu player, waited with me. I knew he wasnt sure what to order either, due to the wide selection, theres really too much to choose. I wanted everything! But if i were to have everything, i'll be broke.
Many of them were given this blue coloured machine, with an appearance of a common remote control. I was given one too when i ordered by lobster mornay. I couldnt wait, i headed back to our long table and many started chatting about their food. YiRui ordered the most expensive dish, the seafood platter, and someone else ordered the fried version. Mine started to buzz, so i walked towards the counter to recieve mine as well as ShaoLong's. If Singapore would have this system, there'll be lesser queues but more aunties stealing the device home.
Mine was served white sauce flavored with grated cheese and seasonings, of course with an additional baby octopus salad which i requested with additional AUS3. In total, my meal cost me around AUS23. GuoWei took a piece each from mine and YiRui's, while ChaiXia sat beside me, eating my salad. I could tell that she wanted my lobster badly, but since she didnt dare to ask... i kept quiet and waited for her to ask. In the end, she didnt... and i finished my lobster. I even licked up every single mornay sauce from the empty shell. She took the limb of the lobster and extracted some meat from there. Poor thing...
I forgot! I had to take a picture with my lobster mornay, so i took some used vegetables from GuoWei's meal and decorated my salad. I put some used sauce on my dish and turned the lobster shell over. Thus, creating my very own lobster mornay, only looking kinda bad. After having our meal, some sat to chat while some were eager to move on.
We were travelling in a huge group, and i thought we have to split. So, we did split! We went our own ways, only to realise that Jasmine would rather follow KaiWen and gang. I didnt care, i just needed some time to shop for myself. ChaiXia followed me, with Damien and his friend. Damien was opposing the idea of having us going alone without the company of at least 4 to 6. Well, i know things could happen, but i needed space.
We shopped, and i bought myself a sweater. After walking around, we met a few other people. I'll cut out on some of the shopping details, but i bought a shirt for Christoven and QingLun. I knew somehow that Christoven would buy me something from USA, so i thought of him while buying a shirt for QingLun, who bought me nothing! Useless jerk! Anyway, i thought it would suit him, but... on second thought now, i think its kinda ugly. How?
I followed a group of people who led me to a candy store. I bought 5 jars, but i needed more... just that my decisions were holding me back. MrChiang kept telling me not to let my decisions hold, because once we're back in Singapore, its impossible to get them anymore. Other than that, i also thought of Jwen and Evan. They're always constantly making cards and giving chocolates, so it'll be nice to get them something. YanJun told me that there's some little accessory shop, which's selling cheap. So i bought some banglets for them. Whats a banglet? I dunno what to call them, they're like bracelets. But they bang around and they make quite a lot of noise... so i call them banglets. Whateva, its kinda ugly to think of it, but nevermind... i hope they'll like it! At least i bought something back alright! Now, was it Audrey who told me to buy strawberry naugets?
We headed back to the hotel after shopping by train. We were travelling in the huge group again, we met up at the mall. Shopping at WestfieldBondi was great. In fact, its Thursday, late night shopping throughout Sydney, except for some in the CBD area. Shopping closes at 5 usually, late night shopping closes at 9! How great? Great shopping experience...
We bought our tickets, headed back to KingsCross station, which is located just beside our hotel. The tickets were expensive, made me wonder how expenses would be like in Sydney. We waited at the platform and soon, the train came. Once we entered the train, there were 2 stairs, one leading up and the other, down. We walked up, usually the direction of a curious passenger, and we took a seat on the upper cabin. Its kinda cool how the train was designed. Before choosing to sit on the upper or lower cabin, theres an area for passengers to stand. Mostly, people with their bikes, luggages or heavy bags would stand there. Kinda cool right? In Singapore, its one straight cabin. Whoeva it is, everybody would just squeeze together. Makes things easier for the terrorists right? One bomb, all die. Alright, alright, its the same for Sydney's i guess...
Its merely 2 stops, and we're at KingsCross. How sad. I wished for more stops so that i could enjoy a longer ride. I was feeling kinda uneasy at that moment. Here comes the pain! In my room, i took a seat on my bed and looked down at my feet. I closed my eyes for a moment and felt the world spinning inside. I knew then, im having a fever. Before so, ive heard of 2 person who was sent to the hospital nearby our hotel. St.VincentHospital is located just down the road, but kinda far for a sick person to walk to. They took a cab there, and i was kinda jealous that they could take a cab! I know, its unhealthy thinking. Im just joking, but im really not in the mood for a fever.
Even though im having a headache, i went exploring KingsCross with KaiWen, Koen and ShaoLong. It was dangerous, thrilling and exciting. Its my first time wandering off like that, and the thought of robbery really made the little journey more blood tingling than JamesBond. Well, there wasnt anything much than what ive read or heard before. Its just an experience real life, other than that... i wasnt quite impressed. We walked out and back our hotel, hoping not bump into any known strangers.
They asked if i would wanna go for a drink with them. Im kinda beat out already. I didnt take a shower, because i was not feeling quite well. Contradicting, isnt it? I closed my eyes and tried to take a rest. I knew it then, im in serious trouble.
MrChiang has constantly reminded me to take care of myself. He told me that if i fall sick, it'll be kinda sad because falling sick during a trip would make things uneasy for me. Its not the little clothes that i wore, but i knew it... its the rain at DarlingHabour. One leads to another... and sooner or later, i need another hand to point my fingers.
We boarded the coach after moving the instruments into the truck. We're having an outdoor performance at DarlingHabour. I hope u guys remember where DarlingHabour is, because ive mentioned it many times already. There wasnt much time for me to walk round DarlingHabour. That day, i shopped around at CircularQuay, which many did too. However, its DarlingHabour where i wanna do my shopping.
The coaches were confused with the location for us to alight. We're told that the amphitheatre was kinda far from our drop off point, meaning that we'll be shifting our heavy instruments all the way by manpower till the amphitheatre. We had no choice, after driving around and around, we alighted at the same area. The guys took care of the instruments, while the girls carried the smaller ones like Pipa, Ruan and ErHu. Whateva it is, the power of Xavier was strong. Its no use denying his powers for that its too mighty for us to withhold. Some pushed the drums, carried the heavy GeHu and quite a few were needed for the JianGu. I was pushing the drum, carrying the YangQin and GuZheng stands. Not at once of course.
I must admit that the other guys were all very helpful and they did much more than me. I stood there with my jaw dropped when i saw the amphitheatre. Its really amazing. Really.
Now, i know u can sense the sarcasm. Its really pathetic, its like this 2 tents. Thats all! The impression of an amphitheatre would be large white tents, with a dented performance ground and moreover, a place large enough for an orchestra.
After moving the instruments, we had to wait for the band to complete their set before ours. Now, we're already kinda late, and the band was still performing? Its an Australian band, no wonder. Their own people, their place, their call. The sky wasnt merciful, it started drizzling. I took the chance to quickly get our instruments tuned before it starts falling. From ears to mouth and mouth to ears, message passed quickly that MikeChiang is cutting down the orchestra for the performance. They told me that only 3 Pipa was needed, so... i thought that i'll tune their Pipas and just watch the performance, because it doesnt matter to me whether i perform or not. In the end, Geneviene told me that she'll be playing the drums for an item, so she wouldnt mind not playing. I thought that Kartika should perform because she's under NYPCO, and its her experience. As for YanJun and Angeline, i knew that they would wanna perform too. So, i gave up my seat, however... Kartika insisted that i take her place. Just in case if u dunno, there were 5 Pipa players, and the seating would be 2 to 3. The 2 infront, being Geneviene and i. Geneviene takes the principal seat because im just a guest musician. As for the 3 at the back, YanJun, Angeline and Kartika. YanJun and i were just helping out.
So, YanJun and Angeline both sat beside me during the performance. It was already drizzling heavily, the drums were all wet, but MrChiang told them to just whack it hard. MrChiang had to stand in the rain to conduct us. Angeline had a heatpad inside her sweater, by the sleeve to keep her hand warm. I was freezing, because its drizzling and the wind by the habour blew really strongly. YanJun was shivering, but the excitement from our final piece brought back warmth. By the end of the performance, i quickly kept my instrument and headed to find my bag.
My sweater was on the floor, while my bag was exposed to the rain. Despite the rain, many stayed to watch our performance by the stairs. Many were holding umbrellas, while some were busy with their camera recorders. We're glad to perform for them.
The instruments were moved back the way it was brought there. With the help of a small truck, it brought the heavier instruments to the drop off point. I stayed behind to help out which led to an horrible experience which i will never forget. We'll get to that...
Since its raining, the animals at the TarongaZoo would be hiding in their enclosures. Nobody rejected to the change of plans though i would really wish to visit the zoo. One of the reason would be the HabourBridge, which we would drive across if we were to travel by coach. If not, we'll take a ferry to TarongaZooFerryWharf. TarongaZoo is the city zoo of Sydney. It is located on the shores of SydneyHabour in Mosman. It is divided into eight zoogeographic regions with numerous indoor pavilions and outdoor exhibits, making it one of the largest of its kind. Another last reason would be for the sake of the koalas! The freaking cute koalas! My goodness!
We headed back to the hotel. The day before, we were told that there'll be a storm, so many of us heading back to the hotel to grab more clothings. Before the workshop we were walking through the winds at the city area. It was really freezing, with the cold winds blowing hard against our face and many of us were rubbing warmth out of nothing. We were tortured. In order not to allow such things to happen again, i went back to the hotel to get myself changed.
I wore less! Come on, we're going shopping instead of the zoo, and i think its alright to wear lesser because malls wont be that unreasonably cold. BondiJunction was where we're heading too. We missed out BondiBeach that day, and since we're at BondiJunction, the beach would be just a distance away. Its winter, but activities will still go on by the beach. Its running late, so i thought i'll give it a miss. At BondiBeach, people would surf and tan. Despite the winter season, many would still head to the beach for the warmth of the sun. Now, its only in such cold countries that i'll appreciate the warmth of the sun, or understand what it really is like. In Singapore, with the warmth of the sun, we're already heated like roasted nuts on concrete floor. By the corner of the beach, theres a club called BondiIcebergs. Its a winter swimming club! How cool right?
Whateva it is, the coach drove us to the mall. Its huge, nothing else but massive space. In the mall, we were greeted with many signs. They were all branded crap on discount! My eyes grew wild, franticly rolling around. Firstly, theres FCUK, which i missed at CircularQuay. However, we were following another group, and we went for dinner first. Since its impossible for me to dine at Sydney's famous seafood restaurant, Doyles, i'll have my serving of seafood at their foodcourt.
Its a huge mall, we didnt wanna get lost. We played safe by using their guide. Its a computer programme and it shows exactly how to get there by displaying a computerised directory guide. I was amazed by their technology... and it really saddens me how Singapore is like. I think Singapore is urbanised already, but to an extent that they think its enough. We found our way to the foodcourt, but we took the escalator up again because we didnt see the foodcourt. Well, i followed the shepard but i thought i saw the foodcourt. Its a huge area with tables separated out evenly, making it comfortable to the eyes even. Its bloody elegant can? Such a stylised foodcourt? Im embarrassed for Singapore. The rich use of brown and white gave it a very classy look. The stalls were grand and very well ornamented. There was Singaporean food, Japanese food and quite a huge selection ranging from sandwiches to their seafood cuisine. Many stopped by to feast their eyes on the seafood. My eyes were stapled on their freezer, staring straight at the lobsters, prawns, oysters and scallops. I was drooling for their baby octapus salad, which drew more of my attention than anything else. While many of them took their orders, i was hesitating with mine. ShaoLong, a Bass GeHu player, waited with me. I knew he wasnt sure what to order either, due to the wide selection, theres really too much to choose. I wanted everything! But if i were to have everything, i'll be broke.
Many of them were given this blue coloured machine, with an appearance of a common remote control. I was given one too when i ordered by lobster mornay. I couldnt wait, i headed back to our long table and many started chatting about their food. YiRui ordered the most expensive dish, the seafood platter, and someone else ordered the fried version. Mine started to buzz, so i walked towards the counter to recieve mine as well as ShaoLong's. If Singapore would have this system, there'll be lesser queues but more aunties stealing the device home.
Mine was served white sauce flavored with grated cheese and seasonings, of course with an additional baby octopus salad which i requested with additional AUS3. In total, my meal cost me around AUS23. GuoWei took a piece each from mine and YiRui's, while ChaiXia sat beside me, eating my salad. I could tell that she wanted my lobster badly, but since she didnt dare to ask... i kept quiet and waited for her to ask. In the end, she didnt... and i finished my lobster. I even licked up every single mornay sauce from the empty shell. She took the limb of the lobster and extracted some meat from there. Poor thing...
I forgot! I had to take a picture with my lobster mornay, so i took some used vegetables from GuoWei's meal and decorated my salad. I put some used sauce on my dish and turned the lobster shell over. Thus, creating my very own lobster mornay, only looking kinda bad. After having our meal, some sat to chat while some were eager to move on.
We were travelling in a huge group, and i thought we have to split. So, we did split! We went our own ways, only to realise that Jasmine would rather follow KaiWen and gang. I didnt care, i just needed some time to shop for myself. ChaiXia followed me, with Damien and his friend. Damien was opposing the idea of having us going alone without the company of at least 4 to 6. Well, i know things could happen, but i needed space.
We shopped, and i bought myself a sweater. After walking around, we met a few other people. I'll cut out on some of the shopping details, but i bought a shirt for Christoven and QingLun. I knew somehow that Christoven would buy me something from USA, so i thought of him while buying a shirt for QingLun, who bought me nothing! Useless jerk! Anyway, i thought it would suit him, but... on second thought now, i think its kinda ugly. How?
I followed a group of people who led me to a candy store. I bought 5 jars, but i needed more... just that my decisions were holding me back. MrChiang kept telling me not to let my decisions hold, because once we're back in Singapore, its impossible to get them anymore. Other than that, i also thought of Jwen and Evan. They're always constantly making cards and giving chocolates, so it'll be nice to get them something. YanJun told me that there's some little accessory shop, which's selling cheap. So i bought some banglets for them. Whats a banglet? I dunno what to call them, they're like bracelets. But they bang around and they make quite a lot of noise... so i call them banglets. Whateva, its kinda ugly to think of it, but nevermind... i hope they'll like it! At least i bought something back alright! Now, was it Audrey who told me to buy strawberry naugets?
We headed back to the hotel after shopping by train. We were travelling in the huge group again, we met up at the mall. Shopping at WestfieldBondi was great. In fact, its Thursday, late night shopping throughout Sydney, except for some in the CBD area. Shopping closes at 5 usually, late night shopping closes at 9! How great? Great shopping experience...
We bought our tickets, headed back to KingsCross station, which is located just beside our hotel. The tickets were expensive, made me wonder how expenses would be like in Sydney. We waited at the platform and soon, the train came. Once we entered the train, there were 2 stairs, one leading up and the other, down. We walked up, usually the direction of a curious passenger, and we took a seat on the upper cabin. Its kinda cool how the train was designed. Before choosing to sit on the upper or lower cabin, theres an area for passengers to stand. Mostly, people with their bikes, luggages or heavy bags would stand there. Kinda cool right? In Singapore, its one straight cabin. Whoeva it is, everybody would just squeeze together. Makes things easier for the terrorists right? One bomb, all die. Alright, alright, its the same for Sydney's i guess...
Its merely 2 stops, and we're at KingsCross. How sad. I wished for more stops so that i could enjoy a longer ride. I was feeling kinda uneasy at that moment. Here comes the pain! In my room, i took a seat on my bed and looked down at my feet. I closed my eyes for a moment and felt the world spinning inside. I knew then, im having a fever. Before so, ive heard of 2 person who was sent to the hospital nearby our hotel. St.VincentHospital is located just down the road, but kinda far for a sick person to walk to. They took a cab there, and i was kinda jealous that they could take a cab! I know, its unhealthy thinking. Im just joking, but im really not in the mood for a fever.
Even though im having a headache, i went exploring KingsCross with KaiWen, Koen and ShaoLong. It was dangerous, thrilling and exciting. Its my first time wandering off like that, and the thought of robbery really made the little journey more blood tingling than JamesBond. Well, there wasnt anything much than what ive read or heard before. Its just an experience real life, other than that... i wasnt quite impressed. We walked out and back our hotel, hoping not bump into any known strangers.
They asked if i would wanna go for a drink with them. Im kinda beat out already. I didnt take a shower, because i was not feeling quite well. Contradicting, isnt it? I closed my eyes and tried to take a rest. I knew it then, im in serious trouble.
MrChiang has constantly reminded me to take care of myself. He told me that if i fall sick, it'll be kinda sad because falling sick during a trip would make things uneasy for me. Its not the little clothes that i wore, but i knew it... its the rain at DarlingHabour. One leads to another... and sooner or later, i need another hand to point my fingers.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
The Hotel Radio
After unloading the instruments, everybody felt so high that they couldnt sleep. Some went to celebrate, while some like me chatted the night away with my new friends. Waking up the next morning felt even harder and harder.
The noisy phone rang, its the early morning call, and usually KaiYi would answer it. Its good that i dun have any weights upon my shoulder during this trip. My responsibility is to take good care of myself, as well as the Pipa section during performances. Other than that, i really have no worries because my mates are such sporting people. KaiYi, taking the role of leadership takes care of everything around, while YiRui and i just slack around... following around and nothing else. Ocassionally, we'll have KaiWen and GuoWei visiting our room, and as the days pass, more and more new visitors will appear. I'll touch of those later, but now... lets talk about breakfast.
It sucked.
After eating, we departed for Sydney Conservatorium of Music. SCM is located near the OperaHouse, in fact its merely walking distance, also for the CircularQuay. As we drove pass, i kept staring at its roof. It looked kinda Chinese, due to the walls which resembled the GreatWall. It is built in 1915, formerly known as the NewSouthWalesState Conservatorium of Music. Thats kinda long... It is one of the oldest and most prestigious music schools in Australia. Located in the Syndey Royal Botanical Gardens, the conservatorium incorporates a faculty of the University of Sydney, the community-based Conservatorium Open Academy and the Conservatorium High School. In the conservatorium, nothing really gave me the impression of a music school, other than a few posters. If NAFA would look anywhere close to it, i think i'll be so glad to come to school everyday!
Theres a steep stairway which leads to the bottom, where we would be having our exchange programme after unloading the instruments. Inside, there were enclosed areas, featuring some stone works, or some excavation site. I didnt have time to read what its about, but i could infer that its about some relics found in that area... because of some historical pictures and old ancient stones, bowls and stuff.
We moved the instruments out, except for the JianGu which was left back at the hotel. Took them all to this recital hall. Goodness, if DrKan would be having her lectures there, i dun think anybody would be sleeping. Maybe not on second thought, but... the gist is that the recital hall looked so much more like a real recital studio for performing purposes as well... unlike NAFA's which looked just like a bigger classroom. Moreover, the acoustic in that recital hall in NAFA is dry like a dead man's tongue.
We rehearsed inside, while we waited for the other group to arrive. The management told MikeChiang that we should have a change of plans. Imagine this, the exchange programme should actually be about an exchange between each culture, music and experience. However, we're mixing with some middle school orchestra, therefore... we already know their instruments, music and theres really nothing much to talk about. So, instead... we would introduce all of our instruments to them as an exchange programme. No gain for us, but well... it could spell some fun.
Indeed, it was a fun experience as we look at their astonished faces. When its my turn, im suppose to demonstrate the Pipa. I played a tune, and due to the pain in my bones, it was difficult for me to play. Ive been moving instruments, and with the pain, RuiXiang and GuoWei had to regularly remind me to take care of my hands. Well, it doesnt bother me, but i hope it didnt bother others too. Karen told me that i played very well, but i know then that its bad. The other performers demonstrated very well. Lastly, after the demonstrations with the brief history and description of the instruments from MrChiang, they were given some time to interact with us and to look at our instruments. Before that, we played a Suona piece which entertained them and some were wriggling their toes. Its that same piece Dedric played which sent many into giggles and laughters.
After the exchange programme, which finally ended, i took my bag and headed down to CircularQuay for a walk. MiYan and i were obsessed with the discount! Imagine this, almost the whole of Sydney is having 40 to 80% discount, isnt that crazy? We dropped by FCUK, and i noticed 2 pairs of shoes which cost about $45 each, after discount. Some prices were before, so i had to keep asking. Anyway, many of them wanted to go for lunch, thus we had to keep moving. During this period, everybody was trying to ditch somebody who kept following us. He is irritating in some ways, but kinda alright to me. I shall not mention his name, for its not really very nice. His name is Aaron.
Alright, he doesnt help much during the moving of the instruments. He'll aim for lighter items, which were supposed to be mine! Bitch! Sorry, its alright. But, he'll keep shouting for instruments and commanding others while he does nothing. We call him Cyclops, but later... he got promoted from eye power to mental power, being the top mutant, Xavier. Its quite a comical sketch, but... lets not be unkind to anybody.
We couldnt ditch him. Some headed for pizzas, while those who would preferred lower budget choices left for the cafe. I didnt wanna eat, because i just wanna keep moving. I tagged along with ChaiXia and gang, which ive ignored for the past few days due to certain reasons which i wouldnt wanna say. I know some of u are just waiting for me to blog about this, but well, take ur time and wait, it'll appear sooner or later.
They took a really long time to get their orders done. Next, they've to wait for their lunch to be served. I stood in the sun, waited and while enjoyed the entertainment from the seagulls. There were a couple of people feeding them. This particular scene flashed back exactly from Nemo's seagulls. They are completely similar. The setting for Nemo is Sydney, isnt it? That explains almost everything...
So, after waiting, we got moving. I told them that i would wanna visit the Botanical Garden, they didnt give a definite reply. It doesnt matter, no matter what... i'll be going there. I waited so long for them, but i got nothing in return other than a bite from XiuHua's lunch. Im not a petty person, i dun demand anything in return, and it doesnt matter really. Its just that im kinda sensitive with my thoughts which affected me through these few days. We were at the gates of the garden, and i headed in while they headed back to the conservatorium. How nice.
I took my camera out and the film started rolling... There were quite alot of people there, but mainly Australians and workers from the CBD who walked over into the gardens for a talk with their collegues or just a simple walk. Some were having picnic, having a bite while reading their papers, reading a book under a big umbrella tree or the most common sight, jogging. I cant imagine that ive seen quite a number these few days. Those people were wearing singlet, shorts and probably just a cap and they'll jog through the winter flu. Unfriendly chills, dun they ever feel them around? Im not sure, i smiled and thought... what a lifestyle.
A diversity of people, lifestyles and places in Sydney. From the corner of my eye, i couldnt ignore this huge palm tree, standing solo in midst of the peaceful garden. I walked around, hoping to dwell deeper, but time didnt stand on my side. I took whateva time i had, grabbed a few shots to feed my hunger. I was asking myself, should i walk down that steps? If i were to, i would see a variety of beautiful faunas as well as a comely pond, with a fountain. Ive seen pictures of it before, but well... i didnt have to time to go down there. Just beside it, there'll be a handsome view of the sea, and over it, it'll be MosmansBay and AtholBay. The Royal Botanical Gardens in Sydney is the largest of three major botanical gardens open to the public in Sydney. The park, managed by the same trust as TheDomain adjoining it, is free to access and open every day of the year.
My phone alarmed me. I took a short run out of the garden and headed back to the conservatorium. Though im punctual, im actually early. I sat at the cafe, isolating myself from the crowd inside, took a look at my photos and sorted them clearly. My phone memory was kinda limited due to my storage of songs. So, i had to delete almost all of them, leaving only one last song, by Seal, to accompany my lonely moments. I deleted some photos i took from the OperaHouse, because they looked somewhat similar to others. But well, many people came to me, asked about my pictures and sat with me on the table.
We took a ride out of the conservatorium and headed out to the University of NewSouthWales. I didnt think anybody knew that when we were about to enter UNSW, there was this stretch of houses. 2 Singaporeans were murdered there back then. How sad? See what discrimination can do? Im not sure what happened, but anyway... theres another one involving the murdering of this guy's Asian classmates. Whateva it is, its kinda disturbing.
We alighted, took a walk down the street with a guide. She told us that she'll keep us moving and will try to get us warm. I thought we'll be moving literally as in walking round the whole campus. Who knows, we were seated into this lecture room and we stayed in there for almost an hour plus. I sat at the back, with MiYan, MrChiang and GuoWei. We were mumbling away because directly behind us was cakes and refreshments. The smell was luring us away...
Lecturers slowly came over and took over the class. They started promoting their school, and when i took a peek into the book they provided us with, i was stunned with the price. Its really expensive! I would rather go rob a bank and kill myself. Whateva it is, there was this lecturer, being the head of engineering, he literally gave a whole lecture on his course and what we would learn. My goodness? I was sitting there, listening to his mechanics, science theories and many other junks. Please, i really need somebody to release the shackle on my feet.
Finally, we were released. Many woke up from their nap and headed to the back for their food. I was one of the first to pick the best out of the many choices. After eating, we were sent back to the carpark, and we'll be heading back to the conservatorium for our workshop.
We waited for a long time, because there was another group in the recital hall. Our workshop was conducted by DavidRamadanoff. Out of the 7 from the guest faculty for the festival, ive read their biographies and i found DavidRamadanoff's most impressive. He pursued his studies as a doctoral candidate at JuilliardSchool from 1972 to 1975, where he also taught conducting. In 1975, SeijiOzawa appointed him as AssistantConductor of the SanFranciscoSymphony. In 1977, EdoDeWaart promoted him to Associate. He was the director of the OnleySymphony in Philadelphia, assistant conductor for the SyracuseSymphony, conductor of the YoungPeoplesSymphonyOrchestra in Berkely, the nations oldest youth orchestra, which has grown considerably since his appointment in 1988.
I must admit, i dunno a single crap from his biography, but it looked like something. Anyway, he stood tall and sturdy, and he reminded me deeply of Saruman. He looked like him, and he talked like him. Now, imagine his cool deep voice, that'll be similar to DavidRamadanoff's. I personally liked his attitude and professionalism. By right, the workshop would consist of the judge, conducting and giving advices to the orchestra. Being ignorant to our music, DavidRamadanoff was humble with his comments and told us how much he loved our music. He said that it touched him and amazed him that night at the cathedral. As for me, i felt warmth in my heart as he spoke. His words carried much sincerity, not enough to be in doubt, and he refused to conduct us though MrChiang invited him on the podium. So, we played a few pieces for him, and he looked at the scores while enjoying our performance. He mentioned twice that he would love to have us to visit him in USA, where we'll have an exchange with his orchestra. Thats really a priviledge to hear from a maestro himself.
After packing up, in the coach, MrChiang told me that theres more than USA, we might have a chance to perform somewhere bigger. I think this opportunity to perform at the festival opened many doors for us. Im happy for them. Ive helped NYPCO for already 4 years, and its just like a blink of an eye. Another joyous night to remember and to celebrate for. I wanted to take a picture with DavidRamadanoff, but had to little courage to.
Back in the hotel, things went wild. Im glad i wont need to wear the green CO polo shirt anymore. Ive worn it twice without washing already. First, during the flight and second, during the workshop. Our room was filled with many guests from other levels. As for me, my heart was tired and listening. I stared into my messy luggage, trying to find a piece of mind. Felt the flowing water from the shower running down my cheeks. Found a warm spot within my layers of blanket. Above me, stood a spoilt lamp. Its light flickered almost everytime when i move. Irritating as it already is, i closed my eyes and remembered home. I was thinking whether to call home, i could imagine Mom trying to contact me. I stared into my phone, and found an empty white spot. It lingered in my eyes... and swam in my head. I covered myself, and walked into dreamland.
The noisy phone rang, its the early morning call, and usually KaiYi would answer it. Its good that i dun have any weights upon my shoulder during this trip. My responsibility is to take good care of myself, as well as the Pipa section during performances. Other than that, i really have no worries because my mates are such sporting people. KaiYi, taking the role of leadership takes care of everything around, while YiRui and i just slack around... following around and nothing else. Ocassionally, we'll have KaiWen and GuoWei visiting our room, and as the days pass, more and more new visitors will appear. I'll touch of those later, but now... lets talk about breakfast.
It sucked.
After eating, we departed for Sydney Conservatorium of Music. SCM is located near the OperaHouse, in fact its merely walking distance, also for the CircularQuay. As we drove pass, i kept staring at its roof. It looked kinda Chinese, due to the walls which resembled the GreatWall. It is built in 1915, formerly known as the NewSouthWalesState Conservatorium of Music. Thats kinda long... It is one of the oldest and most prestigious music schools in Australia. Located in the Syndey Royal Botanical Gardens, the conservatorium incorporates a faculty of the University of Sydney, the community-based Conservatorium Open Academy and the Conservatorium High School. In the conservatorium, nothing really gave me the impression of a music school, other than a few posters. If NAFA would look anywhere close to it, i think i'll be so glad to come to school everyday!
Theres a steep stairway which leads to the bottom, where we would be having our exchange programme after unloading the instruments. Inside, there were enclosed areas, featuring some stone works, or some excavation site. I didnt have time to read what its about, but i could infer that its about some relics found in that area... because of some historical pictures and old ancient stones, bowls and stuff.
We moved the instruments out, except for the JianGu which was left back at the hotel. Took them all to this recital hall. Goodness, if DrKan would be having her lectures there, i dun think anybody would be sleeping. Maybe not on second thought, but... the gist is that the recital hall looked so much more like a real recital studio for performing purposes as well... unlike NAFA's which looked just like a bigger classroom. Moreover, the acoustic in that recital hall in NAFA is dry like a dead man's tongue.
We rehearsed inside, while we waited for the other group to arrive. The management told MikeChiang that we should have a change of plans. Imagine this, the exchange programme should actually be about an exchange between each culture, music and experience. However, we're mixing with some middle school orchestra, therefore... we already know their instruments, music and theres really nothing much to talk about. So, instead... we would introduce all of our instruments to them as an exchange programme. No gain for us, but well... it could spell some fun.
Indeed, it was a fun experience as we look at their astonished faces. When its my turn, im suppose to demonstrate the Pipa. I played a tune, and due to the pain in my bones, it was difficult for me to play. Ive been moving instruments, and with the pain, RuiXiang and GuoWei had to regularly remind me to take care of my hands. Well, it doesnt bother me, but i hope it didnt bother others too. Karen told me that i played very well, but i know then that its bad. The other performers demonstrated very well. Lastly, after the demonstrations with the brief history and description of the instruments from MrChiang, they were given some time to interact with us and to look at our instruments. Before that, we played a Suona piece which entertained them and some were wriggling their toes. Its that same piece Dedric played which sent many into giggles and laughters.
After the exchange programme, which finally ended, i took my bag and headed down to CircularQuay for a walk. MiYan and i were obsessed with the discount! Imagine this, almost the whole of Sydney is having 40 to 80% discount, isnt that crazy? We dropped by FCUK, and i noticed 2 pairs of shoes which cost about $45 each, after discount. Some prices were before, so i had to keep asking. Anyway, many of them wanted to go for lunch, thus we had to keep moving. During this period, everybody was trying to ditch somebody who kept following us. He is irritating in some ways, but kinda alright to me. I shall not mention his name, for its not really very nice. His name is Aaron.
Alright, he doesnt help much during the moving of the instruments. He'll aim for lighter items, which were supposed to be mine! Bitch! Sorry, its alright. But, he'll keep shouting for instruments and commanding others while he does nothing. We call him Cyclops, but later... he got promoted from eye power to mental power, being the top mutant, Xavier. Its quite a comical sketch, but... lets not be unkind to anybody.
We couldnt ditch him. Some headed for pizzas, while those who would preferred lower budget choices left for the cafe. I didnt wanna eat, because i just wanna keep moving. I tagged along with ChaiXia and gang, which ive ignored for the past few days due to certain reasons which i wouldnt wanna say. I know some of u are just waiting for me to blog about this, but well, take ur time and wait, it'll appear sooner or later.
They took a really long time to get their orders done. Next, they've to wait for their lunch to be served. I stood in the sun, waited and while enjoyed the entertainment from the seagulls. There were a couple of people feeding them. This particular scene flashed back exactly from Nemo's seagulls. They are completely similar. The setting for Nemo is Sydney, isnt it? That explains almost everything...
So, after waiting, we got moving. I told them that i would wanna visit the Botanical Garden, they didnt give a definite reply. It doesnt matter, no matter what... i'll be going there. I waited so long for them, but i got nothing in return other than a bite from XiuHua's lunch. Im not a petty person, i dun demand anything in return, and it doesnt matter really. Its just that im kinda sensitive with my thoughts which affected me through these few days. We were at the gates of the garden, and i headed in while they headed back to the conservatorium. How nice.
I took my camera out and the film started rolling... There were quite alot of people there, but mainly Australians and workers from the CBD who walked over into the gardens for a talk with their collegues or just a simple walk. Some were having picnic, having a bite while reading their papers, reading a book under a big umbrella tree or the most common sight, jogging. I cant imagine that ive seen quite a number these few days. Those people were wearing singlet, shorts and probably just a cap and they'll jog through the winter flu. Unfriendly chills, dun they ever feel them around? Im not sure, i smiled and thought... what a lifestyle.
A diversity of people, lifestyles and places in Sydney. From the corner of my eye, i couldnt ignore this huge palm tree, standing solo in midst of the peaceful garden. I walked around, hoping to dwell deeper, but time didnt stand on my side. I took whateva time i had, grabbed a few shots to feed my hunger. I was asking myself, should i walk down that steps? If i were to, i would see a variety of beautiful faunas as well as a comely pond, with a fountain. Ive seen pictures of it before, but well... i didnt have to time to go down there. Just beside it, there'll be a handsome view of the sea, and over it, it'll be MosmansBay and AtholBay. The Royal Botanical Gardens in Sydney is the largest of three major botanical gardens open to the public in Sydney. The park, managed by the same trust as TheDomain adjoining it, is free to access and open every day of the year.
My phone alarmed me. I took a short run out of the garden and headed back to the conservatorium. Though im punctual, im actually early. I sat at the cafe, isolating myself from the crowd inside, took a look at my photos and sorted them clearly. My phone memory was kinda limited due to my storage of songs. So, i had to delete almost all of them, leaving only one last song, by Seal, to accompany my lonely moments. I deleted some photos i took from the OperaHouse, because they looked somewhat similar to others. But well, many people came to me, asked about my pictures and sat with me on the table.
We took a ride out of the conservatorium and headed out to the University of NewSouthWales. I didnt think anybody knew that when we were about to enter UNSW, there was this stretch of houses. 2 Singaporeans were murdered there back then. How sad? See what discrimination can do? Im not sure what happened, but anyway... theres another one involving the murdering of this guy's Asian classmates. Whateva it is, its kinda disturbing.
We alighted, took a walk down the street with a guide. She told us that she'll keep us moving and will try to get us warm. I thought we'll be moving literally as in walking round the whole campus. Who knows, we were seated into this lecture room and we stayed in there for almost an hour plus. I sat at the back, with MiYan, MrChiang and GuoWei. We were mumbling away because directly behind us was cakes and refreshments. The smell was luring us away...
Lecturers slowly came over and took over the class. They started promoting their school, and when i took a peek into the book they provided us with, i was stunned with the price. Its really expensive! I would rather go rob a bank and kill myself. Whateva it is, there was this lecturer, being the head of engineering, he literally gave a whole lecture on his course and what we would learn. My goodness? I was sitting there, listening to his mechanics, science theories and many other junks. Please, i really need somebody to release the shackle on my feet.
Finally, we were released. Many woke up from their nap and headed to the back for their food. I was one of the first to pick the best out of the many choices. After eating, we were sent back to the carpark, and we'll be heading back to the conservatorium for our workshop.
We waited for a long time, because there was another group in the recital hall. Our workshop was conducted by DavidRamadanoff. Out of the 7 from the guest faculty for the festival, ive read their biographies and i found DavidRamadanoff's most impressive. He pursued his studies as a doctoral candidate at JuilliardSchool from 1972 to 1975, where he also taught conducting. In 1975, SeijiOzawa appointed him as AssistantConductor of the SanFranciscoSymphony. In 1977, EdoDeWaart promoted him to Associate. He was the director of the OnleySymphony in Philadelphia, assistant conductor for the SyracuseSymphony, conductor of the YoungPeoplesSymphonyOrchestra in Berkely, the nations oldest youth orchestra, which has grown considerably since his appointment in 1988.
I must admit, i dunno a single crap from his biography, but it looked like something. Anyway, he stood tall and sturdy, and he reminded me deeply of Saruman. He looked like him, and he talked like him. Now, imagine his cool deep voice, that'll be similar to DavidRamadanoff's. I personally liked his attitude and professionalism. By right, the workshop would consist of the judge, conducting and giving advices to the orchestra. Being ignorant to our music, DavidRamadanoff was humble with his comments and told us how much he loved our music. He said that it touched him and amazed him that night at the cathedral. As for me, i felt warmth in my heart as he spoke. His words carried much sincerity, not enough to be in doubt, and he refused to conduct us though MrChiang invited him on the podium. So, we played a few pieces for him, and he looked at the scores while enjoying our performance. He mentioned twice that he would love to have us to visit him in USA, where we'll have an exchange with his orchestra. Thats really a priviledge to hear from a maestro himself.
After packing up, in the coach, MrChiang told me that theres more than USA, we might have a chance to perform somewhere bigger. I think this opportunity to perform at the festival opened many doors for us. Im happy for them. Ive helped NYPCO for already 4 years, and its just like a blink of an eye. Another joyous night to remember and to celebrate for. I wanted to take a picture with DavidRamadanoff, but had to little courage to.
Back in the hotel, things went wild. Im glad i wont need to wear the green CO polo shirt anymore. Ive worn it twice without washing already. First, during the flight and second, during the workshop. Our room was filled with many guests from other levels. As for me, my heart was tired and listening. I stared into my messy luggage, trying to find a piece of mind. Felt the flowing water from the shower running down my cheeks. Found a warm spot within my layers of blanket. Above me, stood a spoilt lamp. Its light flickered almost everytime when i move. Irritating as it already is, i closed my eyes and remembered home. I was thinking whether to call home, i could imagine Mom trying to contact me. I stared into my phone, and found an empty white spot. It lingered in my eyes... and swam in my head. I covered myself, and walked into dreamland.
The Rise Of The Family
Breakfast was as usual. This time, being the second time, and of course being the smarter me, avoided sausages and bacon stripes. Why? Because they just taste too good. Theres no reason for me to go on a diet... but i really had to avoid them. Again, for those who missed my first 2 entries on this Sydney trip, please turn back now... its still not too late.
Rehearsal wasnt as tight as before. Im not sure if they knew, but i realised that the first run through was perfect. Nothing is perfect, so... almost. I found it the best performance so far, but well everybody didnt seem to react to their own performance. I might be too sensitive, so i just sat on my seat... listening to MikeChiang's comments. The rehearsal lasted till lunch, which was most dreadful. I thought of staying at the hotel to just eat whateva cockroaches i can find, but too bad... its a rule, ive to follow them to lunch.
Its hell again, with its mistress' malicious cooking. We took our seats, but this time we're relieved that it was MrChiang who spefically told them what to cook. Im kinda happy that they're only 3 dishes this time though, however, thats so much better than 5 dishes of imp food. Sadly, as much to my expectation, the food tasted like it would, or it should. For those who would wanna know where its located, i'll explain it to u. U see, from CrestHotel, by crossing diagonally by the right side, we'll be at Coles, and by walking straight by the road, u'll see this nice looking Chinese restaurant. The location of this restaurant makes it so romantic at night, with a beautiful city view through the skyscrapers. But sadly, its really some horrible shit cooking.
After suffering through lunch, MrChiang told the students to go get some food. He understood how we felt, and he was willing to sacrifice the next rehearsal's time for us to go get a bite elsewhere. He complained to the management, and Karen, one of the teacher in charge was disturbed too by the good food that they're providing us with. Its our adjudication day, and being fed with dog food really shouldnt be the way. Anyway, it doesnt matter much, because we're all fine people. I know, it doesnt make any sense. Pretend it does, it'll make better sense. I know it still doesnt. It will, though.
Its time for departure for SydneyTownHall. Remember my first day at Sydney? I went walking around, through Sussex Street, down George Street? That was then when i stumble across this 2 beautiful historical building, one being St.Andrew Cathedral and another being SydneyTownHall. The hall is actually part of the cathedral, so i didnt realise that we're heading for that same building i saw 2 days before.
All the guys pulled up their sleeves and prepared themselves to move a huge amount of heavy instruments down the hotel to the main road. The girls were just walking around, forming chat groups as well as carrying their little instruments. But, they were told to, so... Anyway, i was afraid that i'll stress my fingers too much, so i made sure that i dun carry any heavy instruments all by myself. I helped out mostly with the drums and i left the GeHu with the other stronger guys to carry. The most troublesome drum would by the JianGu, which is physically related to the Japanese TaikoDrums. We had to move it down the hotel by lift separately with its stand, because its too tall. It takes around 4 guys to each carry the JianGu by its side to move it. As for the stand, it has wheels.
It was through the moving of instruments that i got to know more guys. KaiWen and GuoWei became the few out of the guys who i talked to most. Its late in the afternoon, and the first bus left first, being mainly the girls. Its kinda not organised, since the truck left first, the guys should leave with the first bus instead of the girls, because we'll be responsible for shifting the instruments out of the truck. The girls should have waited for the second bus which took quite some time to arrive.
We were there, with Janette, the second teacher in charge, bubbly and spoke with clear diction, troubled with the driver where to allow us to alight. There was MrPringles who kept wanting us to alight at Bathurst Street. In the end, we did alight there, but had to walk 2 blocks down. Its not as far as Janette thought it was, so it was alright.
While walking through the cathedral, i was subdued by its clarity. Its walls were all so well designed. Ive noticed that im just standing at where i was a few days ago, and walking into the town hall made me more excited. Firstly, the sight of those pillars was just awesome. Walking into the lobby brought back memories of old movies. My ears were greeted with music, which was unclear then... but sounded like church music. If its at night, im sure Dracula would appear somewhere later.
The insides were just another feast to the eyes. I couldnt resist, i had to let my camera free. I snapped many shots of its ceilings, which were all so detailed. There was this huge ballroom kinda lighting hung from the ceiling. I cant recall what they're called, but well... u can imagine it, right? I thought that the music was produced through some speakers, but later... i got to realise that its actually anothe group on stage having their sound check. Goodness, they sounded so good! Its SembawangWindOrchestra, which is one of the 3 groups from Singapore. The second would be ACJSBand. Familiar? Its my primary school band! I noticed them on the first night of the performance at the OperaHouse. I even had the chance to speak to the principal, PeterTan. He took the position as the principal in year 2000, which was my last year, so... im not really close with him. We exchanged our regards and left the OperaHouse, nothing else. SembawangWindOrchestra sounded good, and i loved their performance that night. They were the last group to perform, which woke me up from my slumber. I liked the Saxophone piece, though many would think of it as some cheap piece. Overall, i liked them.
In the MarconiRoom, we stored our instruments, took some time to go to the restroom or to take some pictures around. We entered the cathedral hall, and moved the heavy instruments out of the cargo lift. I was stunned by the graceful appearance of the hall. Theres huge space for the sound to travel. The charming design took over me while i occupied myself with extreme photo taking. Divine, thats how the organ looked, theres really nothing to compare to the OperaHouse even. I think any of those in Singapore would be just too immature to even stand with them. I was so affected with the acoustic, how elegantly the sound embraces the listeners.
We took our seats and watched the next sound check, by ShangHaiAmericanMiddleSchoolOrchestra. Yes, its the SAMSO, which would be having an exchange programme with us at the Sydney Conservatorium of Music, SCM. Anyway, they were shocking. Not really in a good way, but the conductress shook really hard like those ive seen in the hospital during one of my visits back then. I really had no idea what she was doing, but i knew... i dun think she was trained properly. Im really glad that nobody from NYPCO burst out of laughter, though i knew that most would gladly do so if they're allowed to. Disciplined, thats what i think.
Dinner was provided, and again... its some Chinese food. We're kinda bored of Chinese food already. Imagine, ur in Australia but still eating Chinese food, what the hell? Whats the purpose of that? By the way, its already the third day, and eating Chinese food again really embedded this bad impression on cuisines in Australia. Seriously, i think the food in Australia really doesnt attract me at all. Ive heard from David and gang that their Chinese food in Chinatown really sucked badly. Though our dinner tasted really good to me, probably due to the torture chamber where we had our lunch, my tastebuds were all working strangely. Abnormal buds like those would taste good for anything other than those from that hell restaurant. SembawangWindOrchestra entered the MarconiRoom, started blowing away... and thats when i met Natalie. She was surprised to see me, but ive seen her on the first night performing, so its kinda alright. She looked so much better after graduating.
They were going to have their rehearsal, so they chased everybody out of the MarconiRoom. Now, thats something really unorganised on their part as organisers of this festival. Im talking about the WorldProjects, the organisation for this festival. When its our turn, the chairs were not arranged properly. But, we cant blame them... because we're the first Chinese orchestra ever to attend their festival, therefore... they were all ignorant to our unique arrangement. However, thats not the problem. When our time started running, we found instrument cases, bags, shoes and other belongings amongst our seats. They belonged to another band group who came to claim them slowly. They took our their cases and disassemble their Clarinets and stuff infront of us, which they could just take it to some corner to fix. MrChiang was very polite, he stood there quietly and stared at the students, with a smile of course! We waited for really long, and started tuning. We were relaxed as hell, as for me... im alright because the Pipas were all tuned already and ive nothing else to worry. Thats my duty, and nothing more but to play my best of course.
Absolutely, theres always wierd problems arising at critical moments. The LiuQins were horribly out of tune when we're having our sound check previously. MrChiang asked if i could fix it, but well... i analysed the problem and found it quite impossible to fix, thus we had no choice but to let the weaker players play that LiuQin. Moreover, almost all the LiuQins are... really badly out of tune. Its just abit to their ears, but really sensitive to mine.
We moved backstage, where we got ourselves ready to move on stage after another band. I heard from MrChiang that the SembawangWindOrchestra was giving some bad attitude to NYPCO. Well, im sure this kinda things are always happening all the time. Australians are known to discriminate Asians, and if our own people are discriminating each other, whats left in this world for us? Before doing on stage, Geneviene dropped her Pipa. That drop flashed back memories of my own mistakes. It dropped hard on the carpeted floor. I dropped a Pipa once on a carpeted floor too, it broke. But Geneviene was really fortunate, it was still intact. MrChiang was really worried, and he looked down from the stairs above. I was relaxed, trying to calm down Geneviene though she didnt cry or anything. I put my Pipa down on the floor, picked up the dropped Pipa and tuned it. It was perfectly fine. Well, it was an accident because she was helping KaiWen to carry his ErHu while he was moving the YangQins.
A shock, but a really relaxed performance. On stage, the crowd applauded while we tuned our instruments. When the lights were on us, its show time! Our last piece knocked the whole cathedral down and immediately the cheers from the audience went shooting around like rockets and fireworks. For the first time in my life, ive had a standing ovation. The enthusiastic public reception was really worth to die for. The loud and prolonged applause kept us standing for a long time while MrChiang had to bow again and over again. From the audience, i knew... we were the best group, no doubt.
Im not siding anybody or stuff, but its really hard to believe that we've done it. Its completely a different heavenly feel. Its no more those happiness when u cut ur cake or recieve ur good grades. Its literally a floating joy, just pure bliss. Backstage, while keeping our instruments, everybody started chirping incessantly about the performance. I was wild as a hot dog inside, but kept myself calm and asked if they're happy. Well, it shouldnt be such a childish joy to me, because i gotta get used to this kinda scenes. MrChiang didnt look abit bothered, and he ordered everybody to quickly pack up and get ready to watch the performance, as well as some of the guys to get ready to keep the heavy instruments back into the truck.
I didnt feel like watching the rest of the adjudication, so i moved the instruments. Our old EVCO member, Brandon came to watch us... After moving back to CrestHotel, its supper time! Its time for a wild celebration. Before this day, on our second night, a few of us celebrated by drinking red wine at MrChiang's room. He bought a bottle for us to share. As for me, i didnt bring my glass because... u know, im not a drinker. We stayed in his room, chatted till late. We talked about many things, discussed many things, heard many secrets and shared many experiences. Its a good night which led to this good day. At night, Brandon brought us out to Sydney's must try pancakes. Its Pancakes on the Rock!
His car looked... pathetic, but well... its still driving fast! He had to drive 4 times to fetch us all there. We waited till the last to leave, being MrChiang, 2 more others and i. Brandon was born in HongKong, he migrated to Singapore, and is currently working and studying in Sydney. Great life, isnt it? I wish for myself to have a normal life like that, but well... theres too much to sacrifice.
Pancakes werent my favourite, u know. So, i ordered a bad one. It turned out that ChaiXia's order was so much better. They had chocolate pancakes! I was about to faint when i realise that they really do have a unique variety of different pancake stuff. Well, im gonna open one in Singapore!
Sitting on the long table really aint quite a good position for everybody to talk together. So, i only talked to people around me, because i chose the most corner seat. GuoWei, ChaiXia, Jasmine and XiuHua became my chatting group that night. Its then that we came up with a series of really chidish name calling games. Im known as XiuHua's husband, being GuoWei's Dad. ChaiXia became my second wife, and Jasmine being the maid. And by the way, XiuHua has powdered milk while ChaiXia's is yogurt.
This game continued for the rest of the journey in Sydney, and it extended with the help of KaiYi and gang. Anyway, after eating... we walked to the habour side to enjoy a scenic view of the HabourBridge as well a the OperaHouse. We then started talking photos, but i was starting to freeze then. I was wearing just a shirt and a pants. Imagine, no jackets! And a pair of slippers. Not exactly ur winter wear, i know, but i didnt expect myself to start freezing because it felt really fine at first. Why isit so cold? Because we were at the habour, wind there blows mercilessly.
YanJun, MiYan, MrChiang and i were the first to be driven back to the hotel. Thanks to Brandon for the night out, and i returned quickly to my room. Took a shower and headed to bed fast. When YiRui and KaiYi returns, the game went on. Jasmine, the maid was named AhFongLongSong while YiRui, innocently became the male servant, AhBongLongSong. I know, the names are ridiculous. Its really stupid! Im too lazy to wait for the rest to happen, let me just tell u now, KaiYi became grandpa, my father and my grandmother was LiYi, quite a horrible choice. What a sad family!
The night grows deeper and deeper. Its not as noisy as the weekends, but music from BadaBing knocks hard on our window. Ocassionally, we'll heard sirens, either from the police of the firefighters, but well... it makes me wonder, how peaceful it is in Singapore.
Rehearsal wasnt as tight as before. Im not sure if they knew, but i realised that the first run through was perfect. Nothing is perfect, so... almost. I found it the best performance so far, but well everybody didnt seem to react to their own performance. I might be too sensitive, so i just sat on my seat... listening to MikeChiang's comments. The rehearsal lasted till lunch, which was most dreadful. I thought of staying at the hotel to just eat whateva cockroaches i can find, but too bad... its a rule, ive to follow them to lunch.
Its hell again, with its mistress' malicious cooking. We took our seats, but this time we're relieved that it was MrChiang who spefically told them what to cook. Im kinda happy that they're only 3 dishes this time though, however, thats so much better than 5 dishes of imp food. Sadly, as much to my expectation, the food tasted like it would, or it should. For those who would wanna know where its located, i'll explain it to u. U see, from CrestHotel, by crossing diagonally by the right side, we'll be at Coles, and by walking straight by the road, u'll see this nice looking Chinese restaurant. The location of this restaurant makes it so romantic at night, with a beautiful city view through the skyscrapers. But sadly, its really some horrible shit cooking.
After suffering through lunch, MrChiang told the students to go get some food. He understood how we felt, and he was willing to sacrifice the next rehearsal's time for us to go get a bite elsewhere. He complained to the management, and Karen, one of the teacher in charge was disturbed too by the good food that they're providing us with. Its our adjudication day, and being fed with dog food really shouldnt be the way. Anyway, it doesnt matter much, because we're all fine people. I know, it doesnt make any sense. Pretend it does, it'll make better sense. I know it still doesnt. It will, though.
Its time for departure for SydneyTownHall. Remember my first day at Sydney? I went walking around, through Sussex Street, down George Street? That was then when i stumble across this 2 beautiful historical building, one being St.Andrew Cathedral and another being SydneyTownHall. The hall is actually part of the cathedral, so i didnt realise that we're heading for that same building i saw 2 days before.
All the guys pulled up their sleeves and prepared themselves to move a huge amount of heavy instruments down the hotel to the main road. The girls were just walking around, forming chat groups as well as carrying their little instruments. But, they were told to, so... Anyway, i was afraid that i'll stress my fingers too much, so i made sure that i dun carry any heavy instruments all by myself. I helped out mostly with the drums and i left the GeHu with the other stronger guys to carry. The most troublesome drum would by the JianGu, which is physically related to the Japanese TaikoDrums. We had to move it down the hotel by lift separately with its stand, because its too tall. It takes around 4 guys to each carry the JianGu by its side to move it. As for the stand, it has wheels.
It was through the moving of instruments that i got to know more guys. KaiWen and GuoWei became the few out of the guys who i talked to most. Its late in the afternoon, and the first bus left first, being mainly the girls. Its kinda not organised, since the truck left first, the guys should leave with the first bus instead of the girls, because we'll be responsible for shifting the instruments out of the truck. The girls should have waited for the second bus which took quite some time to arrive.
We were there, with Janette, the second teacher in charge, bubbly and spoke with clear diction, troubled with the driver where to allow us to alight. There was MrPringles who kept wanting us to alight at Bathurst Street. In the end, we did alight there, but had to walk 2 blocks down. Its not as far as Janette thought it was, so it was alright.
While walking through the cathedral, i was subdued by its clarity. Its walls were all so well designed. Ive noticed that im just standing at where i was a few days ago, and walking into the town hall made me more excited. Firstly, the sight of those pillars was just awesome. Walking into the lobby brought back memories of old movies. My ears were greeted with music, which was unclear then... but sounded like church music. If its at night, im sure Dracula would appear somewhere later.
The insides were just another feast to the eyes. I couldnt resist, i had to let my camera free. I snapped many shots of its ceilings, which were all so detailed. There was this huge ballroom kinda lighting hung from the ceiling. I cant recall what they're called, but well... u can imagine it, right? I thought that the music was produced through some speakers, but later... i got to realise that its actually anothe group on stage having their sound check. Goodness, they sounded so good! Its SembawangWindOrchestra, which is one of the 3 groups from Singapore. The second would be ACJSBand. Familiar? Its my primary school band! I noticed them on the first night of the performance at the OperaHouse. I even had the chance to speak to the principal, PeterTan. He took the position as the principal in year 2000, which was my last year, so... im not really close with him. We exchanged our regards and left the OperaHouse, nothing else. SembawangWindOrchestra sounded good, and i loved their performance that night. They were the last group to perform, which woke me up from my slumber. I liked the Saxophone piece, though many would think of it as some cheap piece. Overall, i liked them.
In the MarconiRoom, we stored our instruments, took some time to go to the restroom or to take some pictures around. We entered the cathedral hall, and moved the heavy instruments out of the cargo lift. I was stunned by the graceful appearance of the hall. Theres huge space for the sound to travel. The charming design took over me while i occupied myself with extreme photo taking. Divine, thats how the organ looked, theres really nothing to compare to the OperaHouse even. I think any of those in Singapore would be just too immature to even stand with them. I was so affected with the acoustic, how elegantly the sound embraces the listeners.
We took our seats and watched the next sound check, by ShangHaiAmericanMiddleSchoolOrchestra. Yes, its the SAMSO, which would be having an exchange programme with us at the Sydney Conservatorium of Music, SCM. Anyway, they were shocking. Not really in a good way, but the conductress shook really hard like those ive seen in the hospital during one of my visits back then. I really had no idea what she was doing, but i knew... i dun think she was trained properly. Im really glad that nobody from NYPCO burst out of laughter, though i knew that most would gladly do so if they're allowed to. Disciplined, thats what i think.
Dinner was provided, and again... its some Chinese food. We're kinda bored of Chinese food already. Imagine, ur in Australia but still eating Chinese food, what the hell? Whats the purpose of that? By the way, its already the third day, and eating Chinese food again really embedded this bad impression on cuisines in Australia. Seriously, i think the food in Australia really doesnt attract me at all. Ive heard from David and gang that their Chinese food in Chinatown really sucked badly. Though our dinner tasted really good to me, probably due to the torture chamber where we had our lunch, my tastebuds were all working strangely. Abnormal buds like those would taste good for anything other than those from that hell restaurant. SembawangWindOrchestra entered the MarconiRoom, started blowing away... and thats when i met Natalie. She was surprised to see me, but ive seen her on the first night performing, so its kinda alright. She looked so much better after graduating.
They were going to have their rehearsal, so they chased everybody out of the MarconiRoom. Now, thats something really unorganised on their part as organisers of this festival. Im talking about the WorldProjects, the organisation for this festival. When its our turn, the chairs were not arranged properly. But, we cant blame them... because we're the first Chinese orchestra ever to attend their festival, therefore... they were all ignorant to our unique arrangement. However, thats not the problem. When our time started running, we found instrument cases, bags, shoes and other belongings amongst our seats. They belonged to another band group who came to claim them slowly. They took our their cases and disassemble their Clarinets and stuff infront of us, which they could just take it to some corner to fix. MrChiang was very polite, he stood there quietly and stared at the students, with a smile of course! We waited for really long, and started tuning. We were relaxed as hell, as for me... im alright because the Pipas were all tuned already and ive nothing else to worry. Thats my duty, and nothing more but to play my best of course.
Absolutely, theres always wierd problems arising at critical moments. The LiuQins were horribly out of tune when we're having our sound check previously. MrChiang asked if i could fix it, but well... i analysed the problem and found it quite impossible to fix, thus we had no choice but to let the weaker players play that LiuQin. Moreover, almost all the LiuQins are... really badly out of tune. Its just abit to their ears, but really sensitive to mine.
We moved backstage, where we got ourselves ready to move on stage after another band. I heard from MrChiang that the SembawangWindOrchestra was giving some bad attitude to NYPCO. Well, im sure this kinda things are always happening all the time. Australians are known to discriminate Asians, and if our own people are discriminating each other, whats left in this world for us? Before doing on stage, Geneviene dropped her Pipa. That drop flashed back memories of my own mistakes. It dropped hard on the carpeted floor. I dropped a Pipa once on a carpeted floor too, it broke. But Geneviene was really fortunate, it was still intact. MrChiang was really worried, and he looked down from the stairs above. I was relaxed, trying to calm down Geneviene though she didnt cry or anything. I put my Pipa down on the floor, picked up the dropped Pipa and tuned it. It was perfectly fine. Well, it was an accident because she was helping KaiWen to carry his ErHu while he was moving the YangQins.
A shock, but a really relaxed performance. On stage, the crowd applauded while we tuned our instruments. When the lights were on us, its show time! Our last piece knocked the whole cathedral down and immediately the cheers from the audience went shooting around like rockets and fireworks. For the first time in my life, ive had a standing ovation. The enthusiastic public reception was really worth to die for. The loud and prolonged applause kept us standing for a long time while MrChiang had to bow again and over again. From the audience, i knew... we were the best group, no doubt.
Im not siding anybody or stuff, but its really hard to believe that we've done it. Its completely a different heavenly feel. Its no more those happiness when u cut ur cake or recieve ur good grades. Its literally a floating joy, just pure bliss. Backstage, while keeping our instruments, everybody started chirping incessantly about the performance. I was wild as a hot dog inside, but kept myself calm and asked if they're happy. Well, it shouldnt be such a childish joy to me, because i gotta get used to this kinda scenes. MrChiang didnt look abit bothered, and he ordered everybody to quickly pack up and get ready to watch the performance, as well as some of the guys to get ready to keep the heavy instruments back into the truck.
I didnt feel like watching the rest of the adjudication, so i moved the instruments. Our old EVCO member, Brandon came to watch us... After moving back to CrestHotel, its supper time! Its time for a wild celebration. Before this day, on our second night, a few of us celebrated by drinking red wine at MrChiang's room. He bought a bottle for us to share. As for me, i didnt bring my glass because... u know, im not a drinker. We stayed in his room, chatted till late. We talked about many things, discussed many things, heard many secrets and shared many experiences. Its a good night which led to this good day. At night, Brandon brought us out to Sydney's must try pancakes. Its Pancakes on the Rock!
His car looked... pathetic, but well... its still driving fast! He had to drive 4 times to fetch us all there. We waited till the last to leave, being MrChiang, 2 more others and i. Brandon was born in HongKong, he migrated to Singapore, and is currently working and studying in Sydney. Great life, isnt it? I wish for myself to have a normal life like that, but well... theres too much to sacrifice.
Pancakes werent my favourite, u know. So, i ordered a bad one. It turned out that ChaiXia's order was so much better. They had chocolate pancakes! I was about to faint when i realise that they really do have a unique variety of different pancake stuff. Well, im gonna open one in Singapore!
Sitting on the long table really aint quite a good position for everybody to talk together. So, i only talked to people around me, because i chose the most corner seat. GuoWei, ChaiXia, Jasmine and XiuHua became my chatting group that night. Its then that we came up with a series of really chidish name calling games. Im known as XiuHua's husband, being GuoWei's Dad. ChaiXia became my second wife, and Jasmine being the maid. And by the way, XiuHua has powdered milk while ChaiXia's is yogurt.
This game continued for the rest of the journey in Sydney, and it extended with the help of KaiYi and gang. Anyway, after eating... we walked to the habour side to enjoy a scenic view of the HabourBridge as well a the OperaHouse. We then started talking photos, but i was starting to freeze then. I was wearing just a shirt and a pants. Imagine, no jackets! And a pair of slippers. Not exactly ur winter wear, i know, but i didnt expect myself to start freezing because it felt really fine at first. Why isit so cold? Because we were at the habour, wind there blows mercilessly.
YanJun, MiYan, MrChiang and i were the first to be driven back to the hotel. Thanks to Brandon for the night out, and i returned quickly to my room. Took a shower and headed to bed fast. When YiRui and KaiYi returns, the game went on. Jasmine, the maid was named AhFongLongSong while YiRui, innocently became the male servant, AhBongLongSong. I know, the names are ridiculous. Its really stupid! Im too lazy to wait for the rest to happen, let me just tell u now, KaiYi became grandpa, my father and my grandmother was LiYi, quite a horrible choice. What a sad family!
The night grows deeper and deeper. Its not as noisy as the weekends, but music from BadaBing knocks hard on our window. Ocassionally, we'll heard sirens, either from the police of the firefighters, but well... it makes me wonder, how peaceful it is in Singapore.
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Room 515
Sleeping was a big problem on the first night. Though i slept pretty well in the OperaHouse, my excitement at night kept me even more alive. I stood up, looked out the window, and wondered how life is out there at night. If u didnt read my previous entry, u might be missing out quite a huge deal, so just turn back now. KingsCross, thats where we're living, and as u might already know, its the notorious area in Sydney, as the location of the red light district. Whats that? Go find a wall, knock ur head against it.
Waking up wasnt a problem. However, showering was. Its winter, and if u really wanna shower in cold water, please go ahead. I turned on the hot water almost to its max, but the water literally just flowed out. Such a depressing shower! Thanks to my phone, i had great songs to accompany my sad showering moments. Wore kinda little because we'll be staying in the hotel for the entire day. There'll be 3 rehearsal sessions in total, with 2 breaks, being lunch and dinner respectively.
How cool.
Morning rehearsals are usually bad. I took my Pipa out from its wrapped up boxes. The Pipa was bubblewrapped so tightly. I had to slowly take the bubblewrap out, because they wanna store the wraps at a corner for later use. It aint my character to slowly tear or untie something. I would had preferred to just claw it all off. Doesnt matter, we took the Pipas out, and checked our instruments.
After getting ready and tuned, MikeChiang gave a small talk. The first run was kinda fine surprisingly. Im amazed at NYPCO's ability to be able to capture quite abit of the feeling at the first go. Usually, orchestras like this would have to warm up first and stuff. Honestly, after listening to NYPCO so many times, i must admit that ive seen it grow from nothing to everything. Its really good, and quote me, for that its the best throughout the polys.
MrChiang had to stop over and over for the GeHus, who were still getting used to the instruments, because they practiced with Cellos instead when we're in Singapore. Because, the GeHus were required to be sent to Australia first for checking. So, without their instruments, the Cello came in as a substitute. As for me, i sat there... trying to stay awake. Its merely the first rehearsal in the morning, but i think i might need to warm myself up first.
Did i mention breakfast? Its the best! Imagine this... porridge, scrambled egg, tomatoes, baked beans, beef and lamb sausages, bacons and harshbrowns. So many items? Theres more... miso soup, SzeChuan vegetables, orange and apple juice, cornflakes, milk and a wide selection of bread. Alright, is that ur usual breakfast buffet? No. Honestly, its really quite alot of food to choose from. However, theres really quite a headache which to choose because... they're all tasteless and disgusting! We heard that the cook was the same person who worked at the reception, as the security guard and the technician. Its an all in one job! Where can u find that? So, the only thing which kept me going was just baked beans, which wouldnt taste any worse than the others because its canned food, and scrambled eggs because... eggs taste about the same all over the world. Apple juice was like a stapled drink, i had to have it every morning, even in Singapore.
I was expecting good food for lunch. Well, i think u have the prescience of what im trying to say about lunch. Yes, its bad! How bad? So bad that i would rather eat anything that falls off my mates' ass crack. Now, its a Chinese restaurant nearby, and i wouldnt wanna name it because it'll be so bad to ruin their reputation. They're already destroying themselves with every dish served, and honestly... those 5 dishes were the most horrible 5 in my entire life. Chinese food in Australia aint bad, we had better ones on our first night, though many complained about the generous amount of salt. The first dish was already there when we arrived, its like this washing basin, filled with some wierd looking water.
Its soup! I had my first sip, and it became my last. Its disgusting! I really felt like puking infront of the lady boss. The whole entire orchestra was suffering under her horrible cooking. MrChiang worked as a chef once, and he shook his head throughout the dinner. The food was freaking horrible! How many times must i repeat myself? Its freaking horrible! All 5 dishes were tasteless but just salty!
After leaving all the food to dry, its time to go. The lady boss then asked for comments to help improve our time there. At that moment, i was shocked for my life. I could infer that we'll be dining there for at least another time. Right, its dinner. We'll be eating those horrible junk for dinner! Great!
The complaints went shooting about, and everybody directed it to the tour agency. The agent didnt know what to do... so he tried explaining about the budget. Good job man, MrPringles. His appearance doesnt vary much from the Pringle's icon. It became his name since i started calling him that at the airport. I wonder if he knows...
After eating, and some left shocked that they'll be eating at that horrible restaurant, we left for Coles. Its like Singapore's NTUC, only lesser people around. I didnt buy anything, so i headed back to the hotel. We held our practices at the hotel's function room. When the drums strike, the hotel will shake. There once even once that one of the lights went out after the quake.
The second practice was alright, but the third wasnt. After dinner, many of us went to buy ourselves a proper dinner. That Chinese restaurant is the 19th level of hell. Well, we thought that'll be the last of it. Who knows... we'll be eating there for at least 3 more times. Heavenly, isnt it? The third rehearsal was really a blew off for MrChiang. The ErHus werent concentrating, and they kept plucking wrongly. I couldnt understand why, but well... i guess we were all tired from the intense practices. MrChiang was ticked off, but he understood. He told us that rehearsal ends there, but everybody thought that he was angry thats why. The funny thing was that, everybody kept quiet, looked at him and kept holding on to their instruments. I was sitting there, waiting for somebody to move first so i can keep my instruments and head back to bed!
The third day in Sydney would be our most important day for the whole trip. Our purpose for these years of preparation now falls on this very day. There were some who couldnt sleep, and there were others who just wanna have fun.
We travelled in groups when we're out of the hotel at night. The reason is very simple, its for the girls' safety, as well as to ensure that we dun get outnumbered by hookers. We took a walk down Darlinghurst Street, heading towards McDonalds where some of the girls wanted to grab a bite. As for me, i went for the Burritos over the street. While walking there, there were many bouncers who stood outside the stripclubs, calling for customers. I was an ocassion victim, getting pulled in, but i resisted and walked on. How intrepid! Im a brave boy.
Food is slightly more expensive, and on top of it, the currency difference adds onto the pain. I took my food back to bed, and found myself complaining about the spinach pie, but loving the Burrito. Even as im blogging, im really craving for one now... im glad i can remember its taste. The power of imagination shall now act upon my tastebuds!
KaiYi and YiRui bought many things from Coles, from chips to orange juice. I bought nothing, and didnt share any of their items too. They paid $5 each for all those stuff, which was kinda alright. So, they opened up one of the chips and started sharing it around with Geneviene and gang. Geneviene is my desk partner. She sits beside me, as the principal seat because she is a member of NYPCO. Im merely a guest, so i sit beside her. There were 5 Pipa players, sitting 2 infront with 3 at the back. Shes a bubble blitheful girl, always cracking jokes and not afraid to talk. Being the vocal her, im always entertained with her questions and her jokes. Theres very often little time when i'll crack a joke. With NYPCO, im usually quiet, with opened ears, listening to their busy chatting channels. Its a massive network, and its a really huge family.
NYPCO has many character and their traits. Im amazed that they're so united and it was hard for me to fit in at first. Slowly, through the second night, im beginning to feel more accepted into the family. Moreover, im getting more familiar with KaiYi and gang. Another priceless thing from this trip ive benefited is certainly friendship.
Waking up wasnt a problem. However, showering was. Its winter, and if u really wanna shower in cold water, please go ahead. I turned on the hot water almost to its max, but the water literally just flowed out. Such a depressing shower! Thanks to my phone, i had great songs to accompany my sad showering moments. Wore kinda little because we'll be staying in the hotel for the entire day. There'll be 3 rehearsal sessions in total, with 2 breaks, being lunch and dinner respectively.
How cool.
Morning rehearsals are usually bad. I took my Pipa out from its wrapped up boxes. The Pipa was bubblewrapped so tightly. I had to slowly take the bubblewrap out, because they wanna store the wraps at a corner for later use. It aint my character to slowly tear or untie something. I would had preferred to just claw it all off. Doesnt matter, we took the Pipas out, and checked our instruments.
After getting ready and tuned, MikeChiang gave a small talk. The first run was kinda fine surprisingly. Im amazed at NYPCO's ability to be able to capture quite abit of the feeling at the first go. Usually, orchestras like this would have to warm up first and stuff. Honestly, after listening to NYPCO so many times, i must admit that ive seen it grow from nothing to everything. Its really good, and quote me, for that its the best throughout the polys.
MrChiang had to stop over and over for the GeHus, who were still getting used to the instruments, because they practiced with Cellos instead when we're in Singapore. Because, the GeHus were required to be sent to Australia first for checking. So, without their instruments, the Cello came in as a substitute. As for me, i sat there... trying to stay awake. Its merely the first rehearsal in the morning, but i think i might need to warm myself up first.
Did i mention breakfast? Its the best! Imagine this... porridge, scrambled egg, tomatoes, baked beans, beef and lamb sausages, bacons and harshbrowns. So many items? Theres more... miso soup, SzeChuan vegetables, orange and apple juice, cornflakes, milk and a wide selection of bread. Alright, is that ur usual breakfast buffet? No. Honestly, its really quite alot of food to choose from. However, theres really quite a headache which to choose because... they're all tasteless and disgusting! We heard that the cook was the same person who worked at the reception, as the security guard and the technician. Its an all in one job! Where can u find that? So, the only thing which kept me going was just baked beans, which wouldnt taste any worse than the others because its canned food, and scrambled eggs because... eggs taste about the same all over the world. Apple juice was like a stapled drink, i had to have it every morning, even in Singapore.
I was expecting good food for lunch. Well, i think u have the prescience of what im trying to say about lunch. Yes, its bad! How bad? So bad that i would rather eat anything that falls off my mates' ass crack. Now, its a Chinese restaurant nearby, and i wouldnt wanna name it because it'll be so bad to ruin their reputation. They're already destroying themselves with every dish served, and honestly... those 5 dishes were the most horrible 5 in my entire life. Chinese food in Australia aint bad, we had better ones on our first night, though many complained about the generous amount of salt. The first dish was already there when we arrived, its like this washing basin, filled with some wierd looking water.
Its soup! I had my first sip, and it became my last. Its disgusting! I really felt like puking infront of the lady boss. The whole entire orchestra was suffering under her horrible cooking. MrChiang worked as a chef once, and he shook his head throughout the dinner. The food was freaking horrible! How many times must i repeat myself? Its freaking horrible! All 5 dishes were tasteless but just salty!
After leaving all the food to dry, its time to go. The lady boss then asked for comments to help improve our time there. At that moment, i was shocked for my life. I could infer that we'll be dining there for at least another time. Right, its dinner. We'll be eating those horrible junk for dinner! Great!
The complaints went shooting about, and everybody directed it to the tour agency. The agent didnt know what to do... so he tried explaining about the budget. Good job man, MrPringles. His appearance doesnt vary much from the Pringle's icon. It became his name since i started calling him that at the airport. I wonder if he knows...
After eating, and some left shocked that they'll be eating at that horrible restaurant, we left for Coles. Its like Singapore's NTUC, only lesser people around. I didnt buy anything, so i headed back to the hotel. We held our practices at the hotel's function room. When the drums strike, the hotel will shake. There once even once that one of the lights went out after the quake.
The second practice was alright, but the third wasnt. After dinner, many of us went to buy ourselves a proper dinner. That Chinese restaurant is the 19th level of hell. Well, we thought that'll be the last of it. Who knows... we'll be eating there for at least 3 more times. Heavenly, isnt it? The third rehearsal was really a blew off for MrChiang. The ErHus werent concentrating, and they kept plucking wrongly. I couldnt understand why, but well... i guess we were all tired from the intense practices. MrChiang was ticked off, but he understood. He told us that rehearsal ends there, but everybody thought that he was angry thats why. The funny thing was that, everybody kept quiet, looked at him and kept holding on to their instruments. I was sitting there, waiting for somebody to move first so i can keep my instruments and head back to bed!
The third day in Sydney would be our most important day for the whole trip. Our purpose for these years of preparation now falls on this very day. There were some who couldnt sleep, and there were others who just wanna have fun.
We travelled in groups when we're out of the hotel at night. The reason is very simple, its for the girls' safety, as well as to ensure that we dun get outnumbered by hookers. We took a walk down Darlinghurst Street, heading towards McDonalds where some of the girls wanted to grab a bite. As for me, i went for the Burritos over the street. While walking there, there were many bouncers who stood outside the stripclubs, calling for customers. I was an ocassion victim, getting pulled in, but i resisted and walked on. How intrepid! Im a brave boy.
Food is slightly more expensive, and on top of it, the currency difference adds onto the pain. I took my food back to bed, and found myself complaining about the spinach pie, but loving the Burrito. Even as im blogging, im really craving for one now... im glad i can remember its taste. The power of imagination shall now act upon my tastebuds!
KaiYi and YiRui bought many things from Coles, from chips to orange juice. I bought nothing, and didnt share any of their items too. They paid $5 each for all those stuff, which was kinda alright. So, they opened up one of the chips and started sharing it around with Geneviene and gang. Geneviene is my desk partner. She sits beside me, as the principal seat because she is a member of NYPCO. Im merely a guest, so i sit beside her. There were 5 Pipa players, sitting 2 infront with 3 at the back. Shes a bubble blitheful girl, always cracking jokes and not afraid to talk. Being the vocal her, im always entertained with her questions and her jokes. Theres very often little time when i'll crack a joke. With NYPCO, im usually quiet, with opened ears, listening to their busy chatting channels. Its a massive network, and its a really huge family.
NYPCO has many character and their traits. Im amazed that they're so united and it was hard for me to fit in at first. Slowly, through the second night, im beginning to feel more accepted into the family. Moreover, im getting more familiar with KaiYi and gang. Another priceless thing from this trip ive benefited is certainly friendship.
Monday, July 02, 2007
Woolloomooloo
Before flying, i had fun with QingLun, who kept his promises. No! Only half of it. He came over to my house, and Dedric too... on different days. They both came over to watch some movies. QingLun, remember to keep ur promise!
I just realised that my previous post was empty. Well, guess what? Im back! Im so glad to be back. Obviously not... because ive to suffer such great weather in Singapore. Honestly, ive really planned a whole summary of the trip, just that my head is kinda spinning now... due to the heat, and some other issues which u will learn of later, and so... im gonna just do this briefly like i always do. Smile.
I packed my luggages, though still wondering whether to bring my duck along. Well, i thought that he wont like it in Sydney. I was surprised though at the airport that many people brought along their teddies. I should have brought my duck! Damn it! But they were all mostly girls. Alright, they were indeed all girls! Good that i didnt bring. Bless me.
It was a pleasant flight to Sydney. Looking out towards the window so far away, im only troubled with blessings that i feel that i do not deserve. Before flying, i took the initiative to call each and everyone of them. My grandparents, the only 2 old couple i love the most, the most important call ive to make. I even had time to prank call SiHan, who was foolish enough to fall for it. Another would be QingLun, who was smarter, he was playing his computer games at that moment... Lastly, the must call, the call that i'll feel most worried to make, a call back to Mom to tell her that i'll be flying. I can understand how shes feeling... and i really have to thank her for all these years of trust. Of course, for her support financially too. Sometimes, these feelings are just hidden in the walls of ur heart, theres no need to express it out, u know and i know, and thats for just us to remember.
The city lights faded into the silent night. The sound of the craft echoed in my ears, while my head started spinning with thoughts about my dear Sydney. Well, somehow... i felt like ive been there before, though honestly, its my first time flying over to Australia. I can already imagine the streets, the attractions, the sun and the clear picturesque image of Sydney. My research before flying always leave me more space to expect, and even more to surprise myself with.
I listened to music from my handphone, while keeping it in flight mode. Ive intended to keep it that way for the rest of the trip, to avoid unnecessary calls or messages. Soon, its breakfast. The food was... as usual, airplane's standard. But, i had 2 portions, so i was satisfied. Well, the flight was smooth, and we arrived in Sydney shortly.
We're safe in Sydney, and have already been warned of the chill outside. I was wearing shorts, to keep myself comfortable during the flight, and slippers. So, i got into the restroom to get myself changed.
Australians are generally more friendly. This is questionable, because their casual greetings are already so friendly, unlike Singaporeans'. Somehow, i still think that Singaporeans' style of service is more fullsome. So, while getting my passport stamped, the guy was talking to me casually... asking questions which i really dun have to mood to play along with.
It took quite awhile for everybody to get ready with their luggages. Otherwise, its the heavy instruments which we've to tend to also. After gathering together, everybody was so excited, though i could only smell curiosity. I walked out of the airport. I closed my eyes slowly. I smiled.
I was greeted with the bright sun, with the chilling winter air. It was heaven! I got onto the coach, took the front seat and prepared to be dazzled. We moved to the hotel, which is located at Darlinghurst Street. CrestHotel, is situated at a convenient spot, between the busy nightlife and the peaceful residential area. Moreover, the train station is just beside the entrance. If i were to visit Sydney again, i'll stay around there, but not at CrestHotel. There are many backpacker's accomodation which provides shelter and food at a reasonable cost.
On our way to the hotel, i see many trees, stripped bare though not very tall. The roads were complex. Buildings in Singapore are growing vertically, however in Sydney, buildings spread across vastly and theres always a clear horizon. I just cant use the right words to describe its contours.
Our first stop was the hotel, where we left our heavy luggages at the lobby, while they get our rooms prepared. Next, we were sent to the destination where we most desired to be. The journey felt familiar, and once the driver touches on the history of Australia, it came to me that we're at MrsMacquarie'sChair. Its like a garden, or a park... which lies just opposite the SydneyOperaHouse, across the sea. MrsMacquarie'sChair is the only place where its possible to get the best view of the OperaHouse and the SydneyHabourBridge together in one single shot. The view was beyond my expectations. It was just too awesome! The wind was howling strong, blowing against our ears while many crowd along the edge to grab the best shot. I was just mingling around with my friends, getting a shot from my phone and from their cameras. Its kinda sad that ive only have my 3.2 megapixel camera phone, while others carry their digital cameras. No envy, they took some nice closeups for me. Before dropping at where we were, we drove past the ArtGallery of NewSouthWales. It is the leading museum of art in NSW and Sydney, and one of Australia's foremost cultural institutions. It looked old with many famous names carved outside its walls. It holds significant collections of Australian, European and Asian art. Its the kinda thing that attracts my nose...
The next stop was breathtaking, as the drive drove us through the city and to the bottom of the HabourBridge. It was a feast for the eye! I gazed upon the skyscrapers and worked my eyes through the streets, trying to remember the directions of a few stops which attracted my attention. There was the SydneyModernArtMuseum and of course... the area where the driver mentioned the location of Sydney's oldest bar. The whole stretch looked fantastic. The diverse architecture style fascinates me the most. Im intrigued by the modern designs as well as the grand baroque styles.
The stretches across the sea, linking towards NeutralBay. There, we took some really nice shots of the OperaHouse again and of course, the bridge itself. Though we're under it, the view certainly doesnt lose much to a bird's eye view. At the other end, which shouldnt be ignored, was the LunaPark. Its Syndey's only theme park, but it didnt stay on my list for long. There was more awaiting for us!
At these few stops, with my excitement, i felt kinda pulled down by my friends who were showing obviously great enthusiasm. I sat alone for awhile and thought about it... its my holiday, and im not here to entertain anybody but myself. So, i plucked my courage and left my friends. At Paddy'sMarket, which is located at Chinatown, i went on solo. The Paddy'sMarket is one of Sydney's major suppliers to the tourist with cheap stuff, ranging from clothings to homewares. I wasnt interested with anything in there at all, everything looked too common to my eyes. Come on, the clothings are selling at Bugis for cheaper prices! So, whats the point shopping there when we can get it at Bugis? I couldnt wait to get out.
I left, crossed the road and found myself at the heart of Chinatown. Exploring aint something which im always busy with, because theres nothing to explore in Singapore. Im urged to feed to my curiosity with the fresh new environment around me. Sussex Street led me further down till theres nothing Chinese left, which brought me somewhere more addictive. George Street leaves me no memory of shopping experience there. Till now, i'll still remember that street, because when we're shown around, i saw many outlets, shopping arcades and centres flashing their sales discounts! I walked all the way down George Street till i found a handsome and bold historical building. I had no idea what it was called then, but later found out that its St.Andrew's Cathedral, which is situated beside SydneyTownHall, where we'll be having our adjudication on our third day. The cathedral is the church of the Anglican diocese of Sydney, and the seat of the Anglican archbishop of Sydney and Metropolitan of NSW. Its consecrated in 1868, making it the oldest cathedral in Australia. It was perfect! A fine example of historical influences from European architecture styles. I ran across the road to take a picture with the view of QueenVictoria statue and the conical structures of the cathedral.
Walking back, and down the limb of Bathurst Street, i was clueless that im walking towards DarlingHabour already. From afar, i could already see the Chinese roofs of the Chinese Garden. The view of DarlingWalk was fantastic. Its the first place where i could really sit down to enjoy the seagulls. Did i not mention? In Singapore, there are crows. Big black crows, yes. However, in Sydney, they have seagulls. Big white seagulls, and yes they're noisy too. But look at the difference! By the way, its kinda obvious why there are seagulls, right? No need for further explanations, i'll move on. They are webbed foot and they walked funny. Dun tell me u dunno that seagulls are webbed footed? Alright, go read ur primary school science book!
So, while walking towards the Chinese Garden, i couldnt resist but to stop to watch the seagulls at play. Its required of an entrance fee for the garden, which stopped me from entering. No point for me to pay for something so Asian in Australia. I noticed some pigeons resting on the pagoda stones. The pigeons were sleeping, lethargic during winter i guess, and somehow much fatter than those in Singapore. Cuddling together, how cute?
There were signs of drizzle. I walked back to Chinatown to get some abalones for my grandparents. It was cheaper than Singapore, selling at AUS85 for 3 cans. Thats merely SGD36 or more per can. Its the first item i bought, and its already a freaking AUS180 plus in total. They are many HongKong people working there, because i heard many speaking in familiar tongues. Well, even those from China speaks good English. Shame on those in Singapore! Anyway, they're really cut out for business. The way they speak, the way they promote their items... its really professional. A weak heart like me really needs my Mom around to save me from those wicked tongues. So... i bought it all.
Everybody who saw my plastic bag would ask what i bought. Abalone would be my answer, and they'll be shocked... which comes with some laughter. I sat at the McDonalds, and watched how the seagulls and some cranes invades the customers sitting outdoors. Its scary! But definitely more glamorous than those in Singapore.
Had dinner at Chinatown. Chinese cuisine in Australia aint that bad too... In fact, theres about an Asian among 3 Australians. I think thats about the ratio, not exact obviously. So, it was on this dining table that i got to know more faces and learn more names. Koen, a Flute player i met earlier on the plane, because he was sitting infront of me, suffering a few of my kicks and nudges. He reminds me of Raymond.
Had our fills, while others had their fun. MikeChiang told us once that somebody played games over dinner and resulted in hospitalising one of the students due to overeating. We boarded the coach, and it brought us over to the OperaHouse. Its in the evening only, but its already as dark as night. The view as we were nearing was fantastic. The bridge was lit up, though not highlighting the whole structure, it weighs down the purpose of the HabourBridge as lesser of a major attraction though it already is. LunaPark however was glowing from afar. I took out my camera, deleted a song to give more allowance to the already limited memory space.
I couldnt wait, i ran up the broad stretch of stairs. I got closer to the arches, took a few shots, which featured the detailed texture of the tiles, the special effects of the lightings and the casting of the shadows. Its probably the largest attraction of Sydney, which gracefully sits at the sea. The idea of Sydney being a location near sea, it inspired Danish architect, JornUtzon, to design the OperaHouse and made the HabourBridge a necessity. It also carved out many the many little bays, as well as providing the sand to several beaches. And since Australians love their sea so much, the city has grown in all directions on its shores. I heard that the design of the OperaHouse was actually a competition. Well, anyway, after 14 years of construction, the structure was completed and officially opened in 1973.
We took our tickets and entered the OperaHouse. The concert hall reminded me strongly of our very own Esplanade. Well, its obvious that the Esplanade has many of her concepts taken from the OperaHouse. We took our seats, looked around and tried to fight the temptation to take photographs. U know, its the general rule that one should not take pictures in a concert hall and stuff. Im not sure about the rights and stuff, but the other groups were busy snapping away, even their very own Australian dudes. What to do?
Before the opening of the festival, there were many wierd objects on stage. There was a drumset, followed by a series of steel instruments, gold coloured. The curiosity almost killed me, but when the musicians stepped on stage, judging from their mallets, i can kinda imagine the sound it'll produce. The bottom of the steel instruments are dented into different sizes, which should produce different pitch. Thus, its just steel percussive pitched instruments. The bigger it gets, the lower it goes. Simple as that! The TorontoAllStarsSteelOrchestra is a youth orchestra, formed in 2000, and it has grown to become one of the most exciting musical ensembles in the city of Toronto, Canada. SalmonCupid is the musical director, leading the orchestra on the drumset. Steelpan players are energetic and enthusiastic. Their first performance shook up the whole atmosphere. The crowd started cheering, however, there's always a limit to how long a certain mood can maintain. Their pieces are generally around there, ranging from pop to repetitive stuff... with heavy body language and rhythmic grooves. The orchestra with the strength of 20 started off the concert.
TeachersChoirFromJin was set up in 1997, with the objective or enriching spare time and the spreading of enjoyment of music among teachers and the community. They posed some intonation problems, though it didnt bother me much. I was too tired after alighting the plane, walking about and touring the city, that i fell asleep till their last piece of music. The solo Soprano part woke me up. Well, its kinda beautiful, i loved it.
In between, there were several bands which were really bland for my taste. Both were Australian bands. Surprisingly, it has quite a good introduction, which hangs a cloud above their sound if ur there. I think they sounded bad. However, to end off the night, its SembawangWindOrchestra, which rose out of the fog created by the past few bands. They blew us off with their performance, and i specially enjoyed the Saxophone piece. While trying to stay awake, i realised... its Natalie on the Oboe!
After watching the concert, we headed back to bus. On the way, i took a shot of the OperaCafe with the OperaHouse. Its a masterpiece. If any of u wanna see it, just ask, i'll consider sending...
KingsCross, its kinda nearby. The ride back to the hotel wasnt long. MrChiang was discussing about the concert, and he told us that we'll be alright. As for myself, i think its a relief.
The keys were given out, and i'll be sleeping in the same room with YiRui and KaiYi. Im sure u guys wont know who they are. YiRui and KaiYi are Suona players. Meaning, i seldom mix with them, i dun really know them very well and of course, theres room for interaction. YiRui, being more quiet was balanced with a slightly more vocal KaiYi. This 2 jokers bring joy every night to my dreamland. I think i wanna thank them for being such good mates. And of course to our friendly neighbouring mates, GuoWei, KaiWen and Raymond.
I hate to shower because of the slow running water. Made myself comfortable in bed, tucked myself in, while looking out the window... disturbed by the noise outside. Did i mention? CrestHotel is located at the RedLightDistrict. For those who are underage, u might not know what that is... but let me explain briefly. It has stripclubs, hookers, adult toyshops and other unhealthy sex stuff. Was that too much? I guess not.
Its a weekend night, the music were pumping loud, and the some drunkards were fighting downstairs. Now and then, there'll be a police car passing by. Anyway, the cabs over there gave me an impression of the policecars. Its wierd...
Had fun for the first day, which holds the key for more excitement for the following days. But, we cannot forget that our main purpose there is to compete. Thus, rehearsals are part of our schedule on most days, before the adjudication.
So, after reading the first entry for the first day, i hope u guys are alright to come back for the second, third and forth. Well, i'll blog about some days together, so... no worries. Anyway, im already back in Singapore, on my last entry on my coming back, i'll update more about my current situation. For now, just read slowly... catch up with ur imagination, creativity and live through my Sydney experience with me again. Sit back, relax! Here we go again!
I just realised that my previous post was empty. Well, guess what? Im back! Im so glad to be back. Obviously not... because ive to suffer such great weather in Singapore. Honestly, ive really planned a whole summary of the trip, just that my head is kinda spinning now... due to the heat, and some other issues which u will learn of later, and so... im gonna just do this briefly like i always do. Smile.
I packed my luggages, though still wondering whether to bring my duck along. Well, i thought that he wont like it in Sydney. I was surprised though at the airport that many people brought along their teddies. I should have brought my duck! Damn it! But they were all mostly girls. Alright, they were indeed all girls! Good that i didnt bring. Bless me.
It was a pleasant flight to Sydney. Looking out towards the window so far away, im only troubled with blessings that i feel that i do not deserve. Before flying, i took the initiative to call each and everyone of them. My grandparents, the only 2 old couple i love the most, the most important call ive to make. I even had time to prank call SiHan, who was foolish enough to fall for it. Another would be QingLun, who was smarter, he was playing his computer games at that moment... Lastly, the must call, the call that i'll feel most worried to make, a call back to Mom to tell her that i'll be flying. I can understand how shes feeling... and i really have to thank her for all these years of trust. Of course, for her support financially too. Sometimes, these feelings are just hidden in the walls of ur heart, theres no need to express it out, u know and i know, and thats for just us to remember.
The city lights faded into the silent night. The sound of the craft echoed in my ears, while my head started spinning with thoughts about my dear Sydney. Well, somehow... i felt like ive been there before, though honestly, its my first time flying over to Australia. I can already imagine the streets, the attractions, the sun and the clear picturesque image of Sydney. My research before flying always leave me more space to expect, and even more to surprise myself with.
I listened to music from my handphone, while keeping it in flight mode. Ive intended to keep it that way for the rest of the trip, to avoid unnecessary calls or messages. Soon, its breakfast. The food was... as usual, airplane's standard. But, i had 2 portions, so i was satisfied. Well, the flight was smooth, and we arrived in Sydney shortly.
We're safe in Sydney, and have already been warned of the chill outside. I was wearing shorts, to keep myself comfortable during the flight, and slippers. So, i got into the restroom to get myself changed.
Australians are generally more friendly. This is questionable, because their casual greetings are already so friendly, unlike Singaporeans'. Somehow, i still think that Singaporeans' style of service is more fullsome. So, while getting my passport stamped, the guy was talking to me casually... asking questions which i really dun have to mood to play along with.
It took quite awhile for everybody to get ready with their luggages. Otherwise, its the heavy instruments which we've to tend to also. After gathering together, everybody was so excited, though i could only smell curiosity. I walked out of the airport. I closed my eyes slowly. I smiled.
I was greeted with the bright sun, with the chilling winter air. It was heaven! I got onto the coach, took the front seat and prepared to be dazzled. We moved to the hotel, which is located at Darlinghurst Street. CrestHotel, is situated at a convenient spot, between the busy nightlife and the peaceful residential area. Moreover, the train station is just beside the entrance. If i were to visit Sydney again, i'll stay around there, but not at CrestHotel. There are many backpacker's accomodation which provides shelter and food at a reasonable cost.
On our way to the hotel, i see many trees, stripped bare though not very tall. The roads were complex. Buildings in Singapore are growing vertically, however in Sydney, buildings spread across vastly and theres always a clear horizon. I just cant use the right words to describe its contours.
Our first stop was the hotel, where we left our heavy luggages at the lobby, while they get our rooms prepared. Next, we were sent to the destination where we most desired to be. The journey felt familiar, and once the driver touches on the history of Australia, it came to me that we're at MrsMacquarie'sChair. Its like a garden, or a park... which lies just opposite the SydneyOperaHouse, across the sea. MrsMacquarie'sChair is the only place where its possible to get the best view of the OperaHouse and the SydneyHabourBridge together in one single shot. The view was beyond my expectations. It was just too awesome! The wind was howling strong, blowing against our ears while many crowd along the edge to grab the best shot. I was just mingling around with my friends, getting a shot from my phone and from their cameras. Its kinda sad that ive only have my 3.2 megapixel camera phone, while others carry their digital cameras. No envy, they took some nice closeups for me. Before dropping at where we were, we drove past the ArtGallery of NewSouthWales. It is the leading museum of art in NSW and Sydney, and one of Australia's foremost cultural institutions. It looked old with many famous names carved outside its walls. It holds significant collections of Australian, European and Asian art. Its the kinda thing that attracts my nose...
The next stop was breathtaking, as the drive drove us through the city and to the bottom of the HabourBridge. It was a feast for the eye! I gazed upon the skyscrapers and worked my eyes through the streets, trying to remember the directions of a few stops which attracted my attention. There was the SydneyModernArtMuseum and of course... the area where the driver mentioned the location of Sydney's oldest bar. The whole stretch looked fantastic. The diverse architecture style fascinates me the most. Im intrigued by the modern designs as well as the grand baroque styles.
The stretches across the sea, linking towards NeutralBay. There, we took some really nice shots of the OperaHouse again and of course, the bridge itself. Though we're under it, the view certainly doesnt lose much to a bird's eye view. At the other end, which shouldnt be ignored, was the LunaPark. Its Syndey's only theme park, but it didnt stay on my list for long. There was more awaiting for us!
At these few stops, with my excitement, i felt kinda pulled down by my friends who were showing obviously great enthusiasm. I sat alone for awhile and thought about it... its my holiday, and im not here to entertain anybody but myself. So, i plucked my courage and left my friends. At Paddy'sMarket, which is located at Chinatown, i went on solo. The Paddy'sMarket is one of Sydney's major suppliers to the tourist with cheap stuff, ranging from clothings to homewares. I wasnt interested with anything in there at all, everything looked too common to my eyes. Come on, the clothings are selling at Bugis for cheaper prices! So, whats the point shopping there when we can get it at Bugis? I couldnt wait to get out.
I left, crossed the road and found myself at the heart of Chinatown. Exploring aint something which im always busy with, because theres nothing to explore in Singapore. Im urged to feed to my curiosity with the fresh new environment around me. Sussex Street led me further down till theres nothing Chinese left, which brought me somewhere more addictive. George Street leaves me no memory of shopping experience there. Till now, i'll still remember that street, because when we're shown around, i saw many outlets, shopping arcades and centres flashing their sales discounts! I walked all the way down George Street till i found a handsome and bold historical building. I had no idea what it was called then, but later found out that its St.Andrew's Cathedral, which is situated beside SydneyTownHall, where we'll be having our adjudication on our third day. The cathedral is the church of the Anglican diocese of Sydney, and the seat of the Anglican archbishop of Sydney and Metropolitan of NSW. Its consecrated in 1868, making it the oldest cathedral in Australia. It was perfect! A fine example of historical influences from European architecture styles. I ran across the road to take a picture with the view of QueenVictoria statue and the conical structures of the cathedral.
Walking back, and down the limb of Bathurst Street, i was clueless that im walking towards DarlingHabour already. From afar, i could already see the Chinese roofs of the Chinese Garden. The view of DarlingWalk was fantastic. Its the first place where i could really sit down to enjoy the seagulls. Did i not mention? In Singapore, there are crows. Big black crows, yes. However, in Sydney, they have seagulls. Big white seagulls, and yes they're noisy too. But look at the difference! By the way, its kinda obvious why there are seagulls, right? No need for further explanations, i'll move on. They are webbed foot and they walked funny. Dun tell me u dunno that seagulls are webbed footed? Alright, go read ur primary school science book!
So, while walking towards the Chinese Garden, i couldnt resist but to stop to watch the seagulls at play. Its required of an entrance fee for the garden, which stopped me from entering. No point for me to pay for something so Asian in Australia. I noticed some pigeons resting on the pagoda stones. The pigeons were sleeping, lethargic during winter i guess, and somehow much fatter than those in Singapore. Cuddling together, how cute?
There were signs of drizzle. I walked back to Chinatown to get some abalones for my grandparents. It was cheaper than Singapore, selling at AUS85 for 3 cans. Thats merely SGD36 or more per can. Its the first item i bought, and its already a freaking AUS180 plus in total. They are many HongKong people working there, because i heard many speaking in familiar tongues. Well, even those from China speaks good English. Shame on those in Singapore! Anyway, they're really cut out for business. The way they speak, the way they promote their items... its really professional. A weak heart like me really needs my Mom around to save me from those wicked tongues. So... i bought it all.
Everybody who saw my plastic bag would ask what i bought. Abalone would be my answer, and they'll be shocked... which comes with some laughter. I sat at the McDonalds, and watched how the seagulls and some cranes invades the customers sitting outdoors. Its scary! But definitely more glamorous than those in Singapore.
Had dinner at Chinatown. Chinese cuisine in Australia aint that bad too... In fact, theres about an Asian among 3 Australians. I think thats about the ratio, not exact obviously. So, it was on this dining table that i got to know more faces and learn more names. Koen, a Flute player i met earlier on the plane, because he was sitting infront of me, suffering a few of my kicks and nudges. He reminds me of Raymond.
Had our fills, while others had their fun. MikeChiang told us once that somebody played games over dinner and resulted in hospitalising one of the students due to overeating. We boarded the coach, and it brought us over to the OperaHouse. Its in the evening only, but its already as dark as night. The view as we were nearing was fantastic. The bridge was lit up, though not highlighting the whole structure, it weighs down the purpose of the HabourBridge as lesser of a major attraction though it already is. LunaPark however was glowing from afar. I took out my camera, deleted a song to give more allowance to the already limited memory space.
I couldnt wait, i ran up the broad stretch of stairs. I got closer to the arches, took a few shots, which featured the detailed texture of the tiles, the special effects of the lightings and the casting of the shadows. Its probably the largest attraction of Sydney, which gracefully sits at the sea. The idea of Sydney being a location near sea, it inspired Danish architect, JornUtzon, to design the OperaHouse and made the HabourBridge a necessity. It also carved out many the many little bays, as well as providing the sand to several beaches. And since Australians love their sea so much, the city has grown in all directions on its shores. I heard that the design of the OperaHouse was actually a competition. Well, anyway, after 14 years of construction, the structure was completed and officially opened in 1973.
We took our tickets and entered the OperaHouse. The concert hall reminded me strongly of our very own Esplanade. Well, its obvious that the Esplanade has many of her concepts taken from the OperaHouse. We took our seats, looked around and tried to fight the temptation to take photographs. U know, its the general rule that one should not take pictures in a concert hall and stuff. Im not sure about the rights and stuff, but the other groups were busy snapping away, even their very own Australian dudes. What to do?
Before the opening of the festival, there were many wierd objects on stage. There was a drumset, followed by a series of steel instruments, gold coloured. The curiosity almost killed me, but when the musicians stepped on stage, judging from their mallets, i can kinda imagine the sound it'll produce. The bottom of the steel instruments are dented into different sizes, which should produce different pitch. Thus, its just steel percussive pitched instruments. The bigger it gets, the lower it goes. Simple as that! The TorontoAllStarsSteelOrchestra is a youth orchestra, formed in 2000, and it has grown to become one of the most exciting musical ensembles in the city of Toronto, Canada. SalmonCupid is the musical director, leading the orchestra on the drumset. Steelpan players are energetic and enthusiastic. Their first performance shook up the whole atmosphere. The crowd started cheering, however, there's always a limit to how long a certain mood can maintain. Their pieces are generally around there, ranging from pop to repetitive stuff... with heavy body language and rhythmic grooves. The orchestra with the strength of 20 started off the concert.
TeachersChoirFromJin was set up in 1997, with the objective or enriching spare time and the spreading of enjoyment of music among teachers and the community. They posed some intonation problems, though it didnt bother me much. I was too tired after alighting the plane, walking about and touring the city, that i fell asleep till their last piece of music. The solo Soprano part woke me up. Well, its kinda beautiful, i loved it.
In between, there were several bands which were really bland for my taste. Both were Australian bands. Surprisingly, it has quite a good introduction, which hangs a cloud above their sound if ur there. I think they sounded bad. However, to end off the night, its SembawangWindOrchestra, which rose out of the fog created by the past few bands. They blew us off with their performance, and i specially enjoyed the Saxophone piece. While trying to stay awake, i realised... its Natalie on the Oboe!
After watching the concert, we headed back to bus. On the way, i took a shot of the OperaCafe with the OperaHouse. Its a masterpiece. If any of u wanna see it, just ask, i'll consider sending...
KingsCross, its kinda nearby. The ride back to the hotel wasnt long. MrChiang was discussing about the concert, and he told us that we'll be alright. As for myself, i think its a relief.
The keys were given out, and i'll be sleeping in the same room with YiRui and KaiYi. Im sure u guys wont know who they are. YiRui and KaiYi are Suona players. Meaning, i seldom mix with them, i dun really know them very well and of course, theres room for interaction. YiRui, being more quiet was balanced with a slightly more vocal KaiYi. This 2 jokers bring joy every night to my dreamland. I think i wanna thank them for being such good mates. And of course to our friendly neighbouring mates, GuoWei, KaiWen and Raymond.
I hate to shower because of the slow running water. Made myself comfortable in bed, tucked myself in, while looking out the window... disturbed by the noise outside. Did i mention? CrestHotel is located at the RedLightDistrict. For those who are underage, u might not know what that is... but let me explain briefly. It has stripclubs, hookers, adult toyshops and other unhealthy sex stuff. Was that too much? I guess not.
Its a weekend night, the music were pumping loud, and the some drunkards were fighting downstairs. Now and then, there'll be a police car passing by. Anyway, the cabs over there gave me an impression of the policecars. Its wierd...
Had fun for the first day, which holds the key for more excitement for the following days. But, we cannot forget that our main purpose there is to compete. Thus, rehearsals are part of our schedule on most days, before the adjudication.
So, after reading the first entry for the first day, i hope u guys are alright to come back for the second, third and forth. Well, i'll blog about some days together, so... no worries. Anyway, im already back in Singapore, on my last entry on my coming back, i'll update more about my current situation. For now, just read slowly... catch up with ur imagination, creativity and live through my Sydney experience with me again. Sit back, relax! Here we go again!
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