ABC recording live

Chamber choir was asked to perform live by ABC radio station. Rather interesting.Surprisingly there was a huge crowd and everything went sorta smoothly.Love the sound of applause. Although nobody I knew were in the crowd which happens most the time, the sound of applause changed the whole atmosphere for me.
The whole day was light for me. Last performance for the semester. Conductor wanted us to come back next semester so I guess I'll be taking an extra subject next semester again but chamber choir wouldn't be part of my credit point this time. There was free food on the table (sandwiches) and i was forced to use the choir scarf which kept falling down on stage. But everything else seems find. Singing and being around friends lightens the atmosphere.
After performance and hugs with friends, I walked down to Circular Quay(train station). Promised to visit one of the ladies at the market near there after my performance. While walking, a random man on the street started talking to me. Surprising thing happened. As some of you may know, I don't really talk to strangers but today I was in such a good mood I decided to talk. He may need directions or something. So I turned down the volume of my ipod and asked him to repeat what he said...... He was like "excuse me...... But you are very beautiful." That really caught me off guard. Really random but thats what happened. I was like "oh... thanks" Then he said, "It's true. You're absolutely beautiful"(or maybe he said breath taking. Can't remember. Still had my ipod on that time. Kinda awkward moment so I said, "ok... (giggles)... well, you have a good day now. bye..." Unfortunately it wasn't a handsome bloke or some prince on the horse kinda scenario. Lol. It was just some old dude, hunched and had a band aide on his nose.
Same thing happened on the train. Started talking to this random lady who was asking for directions. I think she was a bit off in the mind and the rest of the passengers on the train sorta ignored her. I would usually ignore these people pretending I didn't hear them considering I always have my ipod on. But I talked to her a bit and just let her talked and talked even though there were times I sorta zoned out or didn't understand. Was worried she was going to ask money from me.
Came home as usual but felt no stress. Now this is the life... You don't hear from people you wanna hear from and people say things but disappoint you but who gives a damn. It's a huge world and there are people that notices your existence somehow or another... You just gotta move on and live the life.

Swan Lake

My 1^st ballet performance which I went to. It was totally superb. Being a ballerina is every little girl’s childhood dreams. Which makes me wanna look further into performance.

I got a call right before the performance telling me that they didn’t want me for the musical (it was my 1^st musical audition so I didn’t take it too hard. I don’t even know what the musical is about). Makes me look back and think that I’m so much better directing and managing and mangling with props instead of performance. Which makes me wanna do performance even more. I’m sick of having ppl tell me that I’m not good and telling me what to do. It has always been my dream to perform on stage having crowds of ppl cheer and give flowers. It was always been my dream to finally be seen by the world instead of just being a pretty face. It’s a dream of being visible and talked about and loved. After all, nothing comes easy.

Back to the ballet. It was totally awesome. I know it’s the night before my 2 major paper later today but cousin bought the tickets before the timetable was out and I’m going to try and go to as much performances and musicals while I’m still here. The whole performance was roughly 2 ½ hours. I wasn’t bored at all and I didn’t move from my spot in my chair. Watching them dance gracefully and lightly. I’ve always fancied male dancers (ballet); their graceful movement and by the fact that they are strong and have a nice sense of dance to the music. But I just can’t stand the tights they all wear. Somehow it’s quite disturbing. The females on the other hand looked so delicate, light and flexible. I could never dance like that (I’ve done ballet before). I’m heavy and it’s not easy trying to be flexible when I’m stiff -.-!! Got a few guys who’ve tried carrying me telling me that I’m heavy when I look light (yea, thanks J. I’ll never forget that).

Summary, I’m still aiming for the stage no matter how afraid I am and rejects I get. Never give up in a fight. Always try, try and keep on trying until you die. That’s what life is all about for me. And yes, I AM definitely a career person.

(I need money before I could do anything though)

Anyways, don’t think I’ll write much tonight. Have heaps to cram in the morning before exam. I’m going to bed now.

Carmina Burana Beer (The Big Ad)

Found this. It's the advertisement shown both in aussie and NZ everyone's talking about. The banana song... (=
They sing, to the tune of Carl Orff’s Carmina Burana, beer ad lyrics:
It’s a big ad!
Very big ad!
It’s a big ad we’re in!
It’s a big ad!
My God it’s big!
Can’t believe how big!
For Carlton Draught!
It’s just so freaking huge!
It’s a big ad!
Expensive ad!
This ad better sell some blooooooody beer!

English funeral

Uncle I'm staying with passed away last week on wednesday night around 7pm aussie time. Somehow that day I felt weird. Like something was pulling my spirit back home. Was suppose to stay back after uni and practice a few hours but felt like I should be home. Cousin called me out for dinner but felt like I HAD to be home. Had a bad headache so had shower. After finishing, aunt shout out for me. I was like "shit, shit... this doesn't feel right". To find aunty crying and uncle dead. I sorta panic abit. Called a few ppl, ran over to the neighbour, called my cousins and called mum. Came home and tried making things ok. After settling everyone down with a cup of tea, answering doorbells, phones and stuff, I walked into my room and somehow started crying. Everyone was up late. Don't think anyone had a good sleep.
Today was the funeral. I had ppl telling me "You don't have to be strong" "It's ok to cry". Friends said I seem quieter in uni, sister says I'm 'heart broken' seeing me after my last uncle's funeral a few months ago and kept trembling badly. Glad he died when he had to. Before that was when my major assignments were due and after would be exam period. Plus it was my aunt's bday on sat.
Was asked to take photos. I didn't wanna do it. The last funeral I was asked to do it but I couldn't bring myself to do it and ended up giving the job to my sis.
At the cemetery, a number of ppl came. The place was huge. One of the biggest cemeteries I've ever seen and we were fetched in a brand new car being driven by a driver. In the cemetery, it wasn't just for catholics. As we drove past, we saw the Islamic parts, Vietnamese, Greek Orthodox, lawn area, tiny mansions and I bet a few more others which we didn't see. It was amazing. It was a massive place and was kept in perfect order. I was impressed.
Back to the ceremony. I found myself crying pretty bad. Or rather started tearing pretty bad. I suppose before in the last funeral I had no time to cry. Parents was away in business trip, had a fight with my parents that morning, was driving and had to look after the family. But today I had time to let my mind wonder off and reach into my inner feelings, breaking the barrier that has always been blocking my true feelings. Was sweet of a few church ppl to come. They were the only ppl that noticed I was there in tears and gave me hugs at that moment. Which brought me to sob even more. The more I talked, the more tears trickled down my cheeks.
I seem to be emotionally sensitive. Looking back, it was when I met R. I was always this strong girl, tom-boy, keeping things together, being there for everyone and making sure things are right and stuff. But since then, I'm a girl again. I don't hold hard onto my feelings and hide my pain as much as i used to. I finally feel lighter then I ever was. I don't have to be strong all the time. I can't. I may look and act it but I'm not. I may seem ok but I'm not. And I'm glad the shell I was in is finally broken.
But I suppose we just have to move on. Exams coming up and I have to pull myself together. Had drinks after the funeral, good chat and laugh with my good cousin, ate(hope it wasn't pork i ate) and a few more hugs from uncle's god children and their parents. And had a nice cold walk back home.
Life goes on. You may love someone, miss them tremendously, think of them, get angry with them have arguments and all but it's all out of love and there will be a time were you'll meet. "with death, do us part" but in heaven or after life, we shall reunite.