Actually...I can be a poet of myself.....

Forget the roses are red, violets are blue, write a poem, yourself!
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Well, in Hui Xin's blog, I comment in her chatbox about this kissing picture......


I make out a rhyme of this picture:

Why, oh why? Does the picture looks obscene?
Looking at it does it make a sin?
Is this guy and gal' remain unseen?
Or this picture remains a memory scene?

(OK, it may end up quite lame...)

Well, now I am drafting my 'proposal' rhyme, so this is a preview of the last stanza-the proposing part......

With the senses, you scented very balmy,
With the moonlight, your face looks gleamy,
It is this night, nothing would be the stymie,
The girl of my dreams, would you marry me?

(And at this point, some people will puke straight away!)

Is everything fated and destined?

Some people say there's a balance to everything. For every life there's a death, for every death, there is a life. But the introduction of life that was not meant to be, that can invalidate the list, force Death to start anew.-Final Destination 2 (2003)

Final Destination 2 is a supernatural thriller, and also a sequell from Final Destination in 2000 and had another sequal in 2006 and 2009. The whole movie is about survivors from an event die slowly in freak accidents. I am not going to speak about this film further more, and if you want to know more, click the address: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Final_Destination_2

But I will be talking about the quote.

Is it true that everything is fated, or destined, that if you force a life that should not be, you will force a new death?

Maybe it is for the plot of the movie, to make it interesting. But, is there really a balance in everything, including life and death?

I believe that He got the whole world in His hand, and therefore, everything will happen upon His will.

But, can we change fate? Even if we can, does it have reverse effect on us?

Can we cheat death? Can we control the time of labour, or birth?

You can say that there are many science around us that may help us to prolong our lives. But, sometimes there are something beyond our control, and it happened supernaturally.

Our life's final destination is still death, no matter what. And this is undeniable. But, in the matter of time of death and way of death, the only person who knows is Him.

New things added!

Have a round of applause to ShoutMix!

Hope you will use it well. (I mean it!!!)

Depression......

Pendidikan Seni Visual-60

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I am a failure.

Everytime I look at the mirror, the mirror reflects the word 'LOSER'.

Everytime I look at the paper, I saw a jerk.

Useless fella (it pronounce as fe-ller).

I am useless. What am I born out for? What is the purpose of my life?

Words like "You are born to live a life" are crap. (No offence!)

What am I use for?

I doubt my existence. I always have. I always question the reason why I exist.

I have two idiotic thoughts:

A: I am a result of clergy error, whether is by purpose or accidental. Therefore, I am not living with my biological parents.

B: I am a result of an irresponsible act. An act just for fun and pleasure for a moment, but the burden to be carried for a life-time.

Whether is it A or B, the end result is still the same:

I=rubbish

I keep wondering to myself: I am useless in any ways (unless you can prove it that I am still worth), so why am I here?

Am I still worth?

Is life still worth living?

ABRSM examinations

I am posting this while you guys are in school.

Which means, I am not in school.

"You ponteng school? I tell..."

No, you all know me. I won't be ponteng-ing school.

"You self-quarantine yourself? A (H1N1)! Good lord, I just have in contact with this person few days ago!"

No, I don't have A (H1N1), please don't be panic. (though I have coughs and sore throats...)

For those who already know, this is not news to you. For those who still in the dark, I was taking my ABRSM examinations, like it or not.

How am I going to express my feelings here? Hmm......

Heartbeat doesn't race so fast, as people writes. They beat, very slowly. But, each heartbeat is a prominent one. You can feel it, without using your hand.

Before meeting the examiner......

The people from the registration counter ask things like, "Do you practice a lot?"

Then, he knock on the door, three times.

There is no response.

No one seems to open the door.

Suddenly......

(dinner bell ringing)

The man just opened in and I followed him at the back, with hesitation.

A "good morning" was presented. I replied back.

In the examination room......(the below conversations are not the exact words from the character's mouth. Don't expect the author to remember everything!)

"Do you want to try out the keys to make yourself comfortable?"

I nodded. A few keys was pressed, and a few moments later...

"So, you want to start with your scales or pieces firsts?"

"Scales firsts."

"Then, we shall start with your scales. (Then she asked about the Group 1 or 2, but I cannot remember how she asked...)

After scales......

"You may start your first piece whenever you ready."

The first piece was somelike disasterous. I trampled over the ornaments (which is a turn and a mordent mashed up), and the semiquavers for the left hand is not clear.......

Few moments later, "You may start your second piece whenever you are ready."

The second piece is much, much better from the previous one. (Probably because it is a slow one and expressive is my thing...)

Few moments later, "You may start your third piece when you are ready."

The third piece is not bad. I've done the acciaccatura and the foot stamping part. (There is a "right heel" note which means stamp with your right foot/heel)

After the three pieces...

"Now I want you to do a sight-reading for me." And she stood up, taking a book, "well, some people just look at the notes and some would played it," walk towards me. "(Finger pointing the book) You have half a minute to look through and it's called 'Sunny day'."

"I will inform you when I want to start."

I tried out, and it is quite okay. But it is otherwise when the real playing starts.

After the sight-reading tests...

"Now, I would like to do an aural test. Can you stand behind the piano and then I could see you?"

I stood, walked towards the back of the piano.

"Lovely. Now would you want to sing higher notes or lower notes?"

"Lower notes."

"Right. Now please sing to this." She pressed a key, and I sang, and a lower key, then an octave key.

"Now I will play a two-phrase piece and you will have to sing the lower part. And this your key chord (a G major chord played), and this is your starting note (a D note played)." Then, she plays the piece.

It is quite an easy one, and I sang, at least 75% is correct. Then......

"Try again. (She played the piece AGAIN)"

This time, I sang all the notes correct.

"Now, you will have to read through the piece and sing the upper part of the melody. This is your key chord (an E-flat major chord played), and your starting note is this (E-flat note played) and you will sing an octave lower (an octave lower E-flat note played). Remember, the speed of the piece is 1, 2, 1, 2. You can sing through and I am not listening yet."

I go through once. And she quickly started.

Then she said somekind like she missed a note or I missed a note, and we start the test AGAIN.

Then it's time for cadences. (I don't really remember how she asked in this section...)

Then, it's time for music perception.

"Now, I will play a piece and please notice the features of the piece. I will ask about the structure and the period of this piece."

She played a piece. And then she asked, "What can you say about the difference of the movements between the first part and the last part?"

I answered, full with doubts. "In the first part, both hands played in unison, and the last part, both hands seems to be contrapuntal and contrary."

She helped me to strengthen my answer. "In the last part, does the both hands still in the same position or they moved away?"

"They had moved an octave apart."

"Now, please clap this rhythm and tell me is it in 2, 3, 4, or 6/8 time."

She played the beginning section twice, and I clapped at least 60% of it.

"Is it in 2 time, 3 time, 4 time or 6/8 time?"

"6/8 time"

"And you have finished your exam for the day! Thank you and have a pleasant day. Bye bye!"

I replied a 'thank you' back.

A tribute to the King of Pop-Michael Jackson

Born: 29 August 1958
Deceased: 25 June 2009.

Before reading this post, all fans of this King of Pop, please put a silent mourn for 1 minute.

Frankly speaking, I am not such a fan of his. Seriously.

Why?

Easy. After the surgeries he undergo, he looks un-human. Don't you think so? It is sooooooooooo creepy.

But, after really reading wikipedia about him, he actually has skin problems. And that's why he go for those surgeries that makes him look so scary according my point of view.

Plus, all the charges of molestation of children worsens his reputation.

But there is one thing that we cannot deny. His music. His music is his legacy. And he had successfully made influence to people through his songs. Just by counting his fans, you can know how great is his influence. His music is full of energy, so much that makes listeners move. Yet, there are some songs of him cannot be sung by anyone else.

And almost forgot. His moonwalk. Everyone can imitate him, but no one can be able to compare their moves to this creator.

Most of us likes, or even loves his songs. So, should we keep in mind that he molested children before? Or, should we leave a good impression of him?

No matter how is it, we wish him rest in peace. To conclude this post, I will attach a verse from the Bible (don't know is it very appropriate) and my prayer (which is not so professional) to him.

"Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I shall
dewell in the house of the lord forever."-Psalm 23:6

And my own written prayer:

"Our Lord in Heaven, please bless the soul of our dearly pal here, Michael Joseph Jackson, may he rest in peace. Though he is a very dangerous man...




Though he can't differentiate between good and evil, black and white...




But he tried his best to heal the world...



With what he have. Oh, my Father in Heaven, please forgive all his sins, forgive all his wrongdoings, and bless his soul, as You, my Lord, love us equally. Amen."

Dum Spiro Spero-While I breathe, I Hope

This phrase is used by various places and families as a motto.

But, what inspired me to say about this phrase?

Easy. Just read Hui Xin's blog.

OK. Maybe not just that.

Yes, this week is one of my 'emo'-est week in my life.

(Use the tune of "Deck The Hall")
Tis' the week of revelation, fa la la la la, la la la la
All those effort has it paid for? Fa la la la la, la la la la
Should we be sad, or be gloomy? Fa la la, la la la, la la la
Now we shall know our results, fa la la la la, la la la la.

Exam results, is what students are frowning about. I am not spared. Therefore, I am being very emotional this week upon this issue.

I admit, that there is some consideration of mine is to commit suicide. But, when you just want to stab that knife to your chest, you just cannot do it. (Maybe I have to replace the term 'you' to 'I')

But, all bygones, be bygones. Since we had finished this examinations, we had to accept reality. All is to blame not much effort or input for examinations.

But, as long as we still have breath, we still can hope. I am not just referring to examinations, but all things like worldwide peace.

(Quite contradicting, because I am seen as a person who don't believe much in hope...)