why do people like to add more to their list? popular acceptance? haha. anyways i don't look for strangers. speaking of which i'm going to delete all the strangers who added me on facebook/friendster. they're just idiots looking for admirers.
>:(
btw, of which only one has attempted to get to know me better. unfortunately, she has no personality and just opens a convo by asking silly things that only your family would say to you and would be alright, actually heartwarming, because they're your family after all, but she's just a eff-ing stranger! example: "how are you? have you eaten?" ok, so i suppose you're my long-lost younger sister?
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bad vibes aside!
today, i had a 6-hour long session with mari koistinen, a finnish choral pedagogist/conductor, who is by the way, the secretary of the panel of adjudicators at the tampere vocal music festival (not sure what that role entails, but it's a very important post nonetheless).
learnt and revised what i gather about conducting from watching mr kwei and especially mr toh. haha. oh, and i asked mrs koistinen about what she thought of asian choirs. she likes the different kind of tonal quality they have, and the technical abilities in terms of handling difficult songs, but would like to see more 'musicality' in them (as opposed to stiff mechanical delivery of music).
ah, interesting stuff. got to try my hands at conducting, though it was a 'group effort' thing, meaning the entire bunch of participants stood in front and conducted the same group of kids (i mean, the choir made up of sota students).
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i'm currently listening to 'shall i compare thee to a summer's day' by nils lindberg. it's been looping for the past 3 hours...
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?i miss conducting. i miss singing.
Thou art more lovely and more temperate.
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer's lease hath all too short a date.
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimm'd;
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance or nature's changing course untrimm'd;
But thy eternal summer shall not fade
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
i miss choir!