LADY ELIZABETH

the hidden world in my violin.... hold on to my hand and i'll bring u there... together, let's step into my violin.....

Sunday, October 12, 2008


 

my 2nd recital

9th of october was my 2nd recital in UCSI...

i played..
september from the seasons by tchaikovsky.
a very short piece in ternary form...

one day be4 my recital day...i was soooo scared til my brain cramp....i kept talking to my frens...frens after frens..to take my mind away from recital....

on tat day itself..i didnt feel as nervous as the day be4..and i can even eat ONE PLATE OF RICE!!!! last sem...i can even eat one bite of rice.....i've improved!! kekekekeke.....

when i was behind the stage...i saw my teacher going into the recital hall....i ran to her.....

Ms. Son : why are u here???? u shud be back there......it's ur turn soon!!!!!
eli: teacher..i think i've forgotten all the notes
Ms. Son : nvm..go back..it's gonna be ur turn soon....
eli : but... teacher...
Ms. Son : just go back...dun worry

so..i walked back.....

i was the 2nd one...Wee Kuan was first...

when he came down.... i dare not go up...

my frens said..eli..ur turn now...u can go up d...

i was like...o..
but i din move. hahahahahahahahahahah

they're like...eli...ur turn adi...

i was like..o. i know...

then i suddenly woke up..woke up from blankness.. OH SHIT!!!! MY TURN!! I SHUD BE WALKING UP HALF A MINUTE AGO...WAT THE .. AM I DOING HERE????

and i walked up the stage..

saw a lot of audiences....

bow

sat down

and the music flew thru my brain to my fingers and the kick started...



i think i played almost twice faster than the tempo that i was supposed to play... Ms Son was like....why did u play so fast just now?????

not really happy with my recital....

but i'm still glad i did not forget my notes halfway thru the music...



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it's been a hectic week... rushing up and down...
hardly see my bro...almost half a week i din get to see my brother....miss him like hell
my dad was admitted to the hospital and i din even have the time to visit him at all...
i think i'm a terrible daughter and a terrible sister
i reach home around 11 to 12 pm every night for the sake of practicing....and leave for Sedaya early in the morning...
i'm sleep-deprived

9 out of 10 ppl who saw me in church over the weekend say i look pale...like death...corpse playing the violin...

and i still hv tons of things to do...
study for history exam
do history term paper but i hv no resources at all
practice piano..exam soon
practice violin...dun want to put Mr. Prody down
practice voice..assessment this friday.....

..i wish there's sth to reboost my energy....

6:27 PM
I shall remain immortal until my violin breaks


by ELIZABETH , inspired by STRADIVARIUS @ 6:27 PM

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