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2008年11月15日 星期六
Lessons learnt
Dear all,
I had been wanting to write something after the results of the contest was announced, but my laptop crashed on Friday, and I lost all my files on my hard disk. Please pray for me that I at least somehow get my files back.
It was a pity that I couldn't be there to listen to you perform Friday afternoon. However, I did rush over to Da An after my conference ended at 5:45. When I arrived, I saw an expressionless Lu Ming. He simply shook his head, and I knew what he meant.
Mr. Wang called me later that evening, and said that you weren't in your top conditions while on stage. He thinks that you were all too nervous to give your best. "They only demonstrated 60% of what they could do," he lamented, "but it's a lesson learnt, and they will improve and have more confidence when they have better control of their instruments and gain more experience."
Your senior who listened to other schools agreed that Hwa Jiang performed pretty well.
I guess that pretty much sums it up. It would be too naive if we thought that we could "easily" claim victory. Music, though subjective to a certain extent, still has its objective criteria when determining good and bad. I listened to your recording, and agree with Mr. Wang that you could have done better. Pitch and focus are probably the two major issues. You need more practice in order to play with a better pitch and sound; you need to gain more experiences in order to learn how to concentrate and focus.
Even though we weren't able to "break and make history", I think the result still teaches us some valuable lessons. What is important is not whether or not we won. What is important is that we now know what it means to work hard. We also know how it feels to win (two weeks ago) and to lose. We also begin to think how we could improve ourselves, in terms of playing techniques and team spirit. We also discover that no matter what, there are always a group of people on our side, cheering for us, supporting us, and loving us: your parents, your seniors, and your teammates.
CKMB is just a way of life. Winning and losing is part of the game. Happy with tears and crying with a broken heart are also emotions you might taste in the future. That's what makes life so rich and interesting. Grasp every moment and make the most out of it. Don't waste time, especially when you are young and just beginning to embrace life in its entirety.
We have a lot of things to do ahead of us. You need to make sure that you don't sleep in class for the next two weeks. You need to make sure you write your homework and review your studies. You also need to make sure that you pick up your instruments and keep those long tones loud and beautiful even when the exams are coming up. Memorise the music when you are tired of studying. Exercise those legs when you feel tired.
Keep going, and you'll find life even more wonderful.
Good luck.
I had been wanting to write something after the results of the contest was announced, but my laptop crashed on Friday, and I lost all my files on my hard disk. Please pray for me that I at least somehow get my files back.
It was a pity that I couldn't be there to listen to you perform Friday afternoon. However, I did rush over to Da An after my conference ended at 5:45. When I arrived, I saw an expressionless Lu Ming. He simply shook his head, and I knew what he meant.
Mr. Wang called me later that evening, and said that you weren't in your top conditions while on stage. He thinks that you were all too nervous to give your best. "They only demonstrated 60% of what they could do," he lamented, "but it's a lesson learnt, and they will improve and have more confidence when they have better control of their instruments and gain more experience."
Your senior who listened to other schools agreed that Hwa Jiang performed pretty well.
I guess that pretty much sums it up. It would be too naive if we thought that we could "easily" claim victory. Music, though subjective to a certain extent, still has its objective criteria when determining good and bad. I listened to your recording, and agree with Mr. Wang that you could have done better. Pitch and focus are probably the two major issues. You need more practice in order to play with a better pitch and sound; you need to gain more experiences in order to learn how to concentrate and focus.
Even though we weren't able to "break and make history", I think the result still teaches us some valuable lessons. What is important is not whether or not we won. What is important is that we now know what it means to work hard. We also know how it feels to win (two weeks ago) and to lose. We also begin to think how we could improve ourselves, in terms of playing techniques and team spirit. We also discover that no matter what, there are always a group of people on our side, cheering for us, supporting us, and loving us: your parents, your seniors, and your teammates.
CKMB is just a way of life. Winning and losing is part of the game. Happy with tears and crying with a broken heart are also emotions you might taste in the future. That's what makes life so rich and interesting. Grasp every moment and make the most out of it. Don't waste time, especially when you are young and just beginning to embrace life in its entirety.
We have a lot of things to do ahead of us. You need to make sure that you don't sleep in class for the next two weeks. You need to make sure you write your homework and review your studies. You also need to make sure that you pick up your instruments and keep those long tones loud and beautiful even when the exams are coming up. Memorise the music when you are tired of studying. Exercise those legs when you feel tired.
Keep going, and you'll find life even more wonderful.
Good luck.
2008年11月9日 星期日
You Can Call Me Al
A man walks down the street
He says why am I soft in the middle now
Why am I soft in the middle
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo-opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don't want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard
Bonedigger Bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don't find this stuff amusing anymore
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
A man walks down the street
He says why am I short of attention
Got a short little span of attention
And wo my nights are so long
Where's my wife and family
What if I die here
Who'll be my role-model
Now that my role-model is
Gone Gone
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
A man walks down the street
It's a street in a strange world
Maybe it's the Third World
Maybe it's his first time around
He doesn't speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound
The sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says Amen! and Hallelujah!
If you'll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
Eleanor Rigby
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Ah, look at all the lonely people
Eleanor rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from ?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong ?
Father mckenzie writing the words of a sermon that no one will hear
No one comes near.
Look at him working. darning his socks in the night when there's nobody there
What does he care?
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor rigby died in the church and was buried along with her name
Nobody came
Father mckenzie wiping the dirt from his hands as he walks from the grave
No one was saved
All the lonely people
Where do they all come from?
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
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