Monday, August 22, 2005

Prelims? not quite a chicken.

hallo all!
this is mostly to destress. so read on! hope it gives you all a few creative solutions aye
A note from a daughter to mom

A mother passing by her daughter's bedroom was astonished to see the bed was nicely made and everything was picked up. Then she saw an envelope propped up prominently on the center of the bed. It was addressed, "Mom." With the worst premonition, she opened the envelope and read the letter with trembling hands:

Dear Mom,

It is with great regret and sorrow that I'm writing you. I had to elope with my new boyfriend because I wanted to avoid a scene with Dad and you.

I've been finding real passion with John and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard, and his motorcycle clothes.

But it's not only the passion mom, I'm pregnant and John said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and that's now one of my dreams too.

John taught me that marijuana doesn't really hurt any one and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstasy we want. In the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so John can get better; he sure deserves it!!

Don't worry Mom, I'm 15 years old now and I know how to take care of myself. Some day I'm sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grandchildren.

Your daughter,
Judith


PS: Mom, none of the above is true. I'm over at the neighbor's house. I just wanted to remind you that there are worse things in life than my report card that's in my desk center drawer. I love you! Call when it is safe for me to come home.

All the best to ALL of you for the prelims! remember. if you do badly, its all your own fault!
wayne

Friday, August 19, 2005

afterthoughts...

hello again. it seems as if i'm the only one who blogs on this blog. oh well. i was reading through mel's post--on mac-donald. and some burning questions (wah so hot.) repeatedly flashed through my mind:


MACarthur,
if you've a son, would he be called MACfly?

if you've a daughter, would she be called MAClaurien (for those who don't take mathematics, i'm sorry but u may not understand this part haha)?

if you've a restaurent, would it be called MACdonalds?

how about a computer named MACintosh for u?


hehehe. no offense ya? hey! i just realised, its another poem for u ya mac? haha. yeah! cool huh.. oh well. just penning down some afterthoughts and wad my inquisitive mind has to say. heh heh. i apologise for u having to put up with my crappiness. =) till then, ta-ta.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

"pop!" goes the weasel

treasure your jc years. play your violin non-stop.
for when you come to uni,
you're
on
your
own
.

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

good day! (or rather night)

well well. i was erm..forced (at knife point) [(?) nono]..or rather convinced to post on this blog by a certain someone. haha. so here i am, in the midst of all the prelims.. posting again!! whee. =) hang in there j2s grip on to a branch or something sturdy! haha. its almost over. i guess? =D

lets keep this moving shall we? not literally, but in a literal way. if u are confused, i am so sorry. i hope to see a wider variety of people blogging on this blog, just type some stuff la..nonsensical (like what i am doing) will still be accepted..right exco? hee. oh well. do ur shout outs or something..yep. im losing my voice!! seriously. *croak* a duck has evolved to become a frog. (NOT a toad). *ribbit* pi pa gao (some black goo-y yet sweeet thingy) is good man..helps totally. am i getting OOP? i think i am.

okok i think (again) i have crapped enough. i shan't bore u with my nonsense any longer in case u might just drop dead. =s hee. i would'nt like that to happen. so.....till next time, sayonara amigo. all ze best. cheers!

Saturday, August 13, 2005

dear j2s...,

I must say something!!! It has been a really really REALLY great time stringing with you guys. THANK YOU so much for the wonderful and unforgetable (oh yes. for some reason or another..grr...) memories. I shall treasure them. Oh yea..thanks to all those erm..macho (?) guys who helped with my 'light' luggage-my dearest bass. Thank you very much. Without you people around, i wouldn't be here. I'll still be carrying the bass inch-by-inch to the Hub. Hehehe.

Seriously, i'll miss all the teasing and well, your presence. It has certainly made strings lively..and fun! Now. Besides that, some kind of interesting CARDboard pieces made some of us erm..late, yet looking forward to practices. Hehe. May your presence linger around a little while more. Hahaha. Now that sounded rather creepy? =)

Oh yea..please do (when you are free) come back to visit us. US. Not the you-know-very-well-deep-in-your-heart-whos. Now now..i meant the canteen vendors. Who were u thinking of?? Hehehe. I'm sure not just i, But the rest of the j1s, would greatly appreciate it. Yup? Haha

Dreaded prelims are just round the corner..HA HA! okok...so is my promos- not much corners left to count. Well, all the best for them and...you can do it!! It'll be over before you know it!! (I should be telling myself these too haha)Don't stress yourselves out too much ok. Stress in. Hehe. And drink those delicious herbal soups. It helps to replenish your brain juice.

Okok..i have to go soon. I'll be back for more reminiscing times, and erm..encouragements (if it really was haha)..Yup.

One last tip for lovely prelims: Do your best, let God do the rest ok? Ok. Trust in Him always =)
Cheers and Take care!!!
Miss you all!

Saturday, August 06, 2005

mozart chocolate balls!

~A Definition of the Orchestra~


The members of the orchestra are divided into four sections. These are woodwinds, the strings, the brass, and the percussion. There's also someone standing in front of all these other folks playing no instrument at all. This would be the conductor. It is generally required that the conductor is required to make musical decisions and to hold all of the instruments together in a cohesive interpretation of any given work. Not so. Rather, the conductor is necessary because the four groups would rather eat Velveeta than have anything to do with someone from another section. And, as we know, musicians are quite serious about their food.

Why all the animosity? Before I begin my explanation, let me set the record straight in plain English about some of the characteristics which typify the four groups.

Woodwind players have IQs in the low- to mid- genius range. Nerds with coke-bottle glasses and big egos, blowers tend to be extremely quiet, cowering behind bizarre-looking contraptions -- their instruments -- so nobody will notice them. It is often difficult to discern whether a wind player is male or female.

String players are neurotic prima donnas who won't even shake your hand for fear of permanent injury. A string player will never look you directly in the eye and they never bathe carefully ... or often.

Brass players are loud-mouthed drunkards who bully everyone with the possible and occasional exception of a stray percussionist. They like to slick their hair back. Nobody knows why.

Percussionists are insensitive oafs who constantly make tasteless jokes at the expense of the strings and woodwinds. They look very good in concert attire but have the worst table manners of all musicians. They are always male, or close enough.

Now, is it any wonder orchestra members have little to do with anyone outside of their own section? For the answer to this and other pertinent questions we will need to examine the individual instrument and the respective -- if not respected -- players within each section.


The woodwinds:


Oboe players are seriously nuts. They usually develop brain tumors from the extreme air pressure built up over the years of playing this rather silly instrument. Oboists suffer from a serious Santa Claus complex, spending all their waking hours carving little wooden toys for imaginary children, although they will tell you they are putting the finishing touches on the world's greatest reed. Oboists can't drive and always wear clothes one size too small. They all wear berets and have special eating requirements which are endlessly annoying and which are intended to make them seem somewhat special.

English horn players are losers although they dress better then oboists. They cry at the drop of a beret.

Bassoon players are downright sinister. They are your worst enemy, but they come on so sweet that it's really hard to catch them at their game. Here's an instrument that's better seen than heard. Bassoon players like to give the impression that theirs is a very hard instrument to play, but the truth is that the bassoon only plays one or two notes per piece and is therefore only heard for a minute in any given evening. However, in order to keep their jobs -- their only real concern -- they act up a storm doing their very best to look busy.

It takes more brawn, and slightly less brain, to play contrabassoon. They are available at pawnshops in large numbers -- the instruments as well as the players -- and play the same three or four numbers as the tuba, although not quite as loud or beautiful.

Okay, now we come to the flute. Oversexed and undernourished is the ticket here. The flute player has no easier time of getting along with the rest of the orchestra than anyone else, but that won't stop them from sleeping with everyone. Man and woman alike, makes no difference. The bass flute is not even worth mentioning. Piccolos, on the other hand, belong mainly on the fifty yard line of a football field where the unfortunate audience can maintain a safe distance.

The clarinet is, without a doubt, the easiest of all orchestral instruments to play. Clarinets are cheap, and the reeds are literally a dime a dozen. Clarinetists have lots of time and money for the finest wines, oriental rugs, and exotic sports card. They mostly have no education, interest, or talent in music, but fortunately for them they don't need much. Clarinets come in various sizes and keys -- nobody knows why. Don't ask a clarinetist for a loan, as they are stingy and mean. Some of the more talented clarinets can learn to play the saxophone. Big deal.


Let's continue now with the real truth about ... the strings.

We begin with the string family's smallest member: the violin. The violin is a high-pitched, high-tension instrument. It's not an easy instrument to play. Lots of hard music is written for this instrument. Important things for a violinist to keep in mind are: Number one -- the door to your studio should be left slightly open so that everyone can hear your brilliant practice sessions. Number two: you should make disparaging remarks about the other violinists whenever possible, which is most of the time. And number three: you should tell everyone how terribly valuable your instrument is until they drool.

The viola is a large and awkward instrument, which when played, sounds downright disgusting. Violists are the most insecure members of the string section. Nothing can be done about this. Violists don't like to be made fun of and therefore find ways of making people feel sorry for them. They were shabby clothes so that they'll look as if they've just been dragged under a train. It works quite well.

People who play the cello are simply not good looking. They have generally chosen their instrument because, while in use, the cello hides 80% of its player's considerable bulk. Most cellists are in analysis which won't end until they can play a scale in tune or, in other words, never. Cellists wear sensible shoes and always bring their own lunch.

Double bass players are almost completely harmless. Most have worked their way up through the ranks of a large moving company and are happy to have a secure job in a symphony orchestra or anywhere. The fact that it takes at least ten basses to make an audible sound tends to make these simple-minded folks disappear into their woodwork, but why do they drive such small cars?

Harpists are gorgeous. And they always know it. They often look good into their late eighties. Although rare as hen's teeth, male harpists are equally beautiful. Harpists spend their time perfecting their eye-batting, little-lost-lamb look so they can snare unsuspecting wind layers into carrying their heavy gilded furniture around. Debussy was right - harpists spend half their life tuning and the other half playing out of tune.

Pianists in the symphony orchestra work the least and complain the most. They have unusually large egos and, because they can only play seated, also have the biggest butts. When they make mistakes, which is more often than not, their excuse is that they have never played on that particular piano before. Oh, the poor darlings.


The brass:


Trumpet players are the scum of the earth. I'll admit, though, they do look good when they're all cleaned up. They'll promise you the world, but they lie like a cheap rug. Sure, they can play soft and pretty during rehearsal, but watch out come concert time! They're worse than lawyers, feeding off the poor, defenseless, weaker members of the orchestra and loving every minute of it. Perhaps the conductor could intercede? Oh, I don't think so.

Trombone players are generally the nicest brass players. However, they do tend to drink quite heavily and perhaps don't shine the brightest headlights on the highway, but they wouldn't hurt you and are the folks to call with all your pharmaceutical questions. They don't count well, but stay pretty much out of the way anyway. Probably because they know just how stupid they look when they play. It's a little-known fact that trombone players are unusually good bowlers. This is true.

The French horn. I only have two words of advice: stay away. Horn players are piranhas. They'll steal your wallet, lunch, boyfriend, or wife or all the above given half a chance or no chance at all. They have nothing to live for and aren't afraid of ruining your life. The pressure is high for them. If they miss a note, they get fired. If they don't miss a note, they rub your nose in it and it doesn't smell so sweet.

The kind-hearted folks who play the tuba are good-looking and smart. They'd give you the shirt off their back. The tuba is one of the most interesting to take in the bath with you. It's a crying shame that there's only one per orchestra. Would that it could be different.


And finally --
the percussion.


These standoffish fools who get paid perfectly good money for blowing whistles and hitting things that don't deserve the considerable space they are allotted on the stage. Aside from the strange coincidence that all percussionists hail from the Deep South, another little known, but rather revealing fact, is there are no written percussion parts in the standard orchestral repertory. Percussion players do have music stands and they do use them -- to look at girlie magazines. Percussionists play whatever and whenever they damn well feel like it and it's always too loud! The ones with a spark of decency and intelligence play timpani, or kettle drums. Most percussionists are deaf, but those who play kettle drums pretend to tune their instruments for the sake of the ignorant and easily duped conductor. The guy with the short nose who plays the cymbals is no Einstein, but he's also one of the best guys to share a room with on tour. Cymbal players don't practice -- I guess they figure it's bad enough to have to listen to those things at the concert. Percussionists pretend to have lots of kids whose toys can be seen quite often shaken, dropped, or manhandled to great effect. Whole percussion sections can be seen and now and then on various forms of public transportation, where they practice getting up and down as a group. This represents the only significant challenge to a percussionist.

And that just about does it. I trust that this little tour has enlightened you just a little bit to the mysterious inner world of the symphony orchestra. This world, one which is marked by the terrible strain of simple day-to-day survival, is indeed not an easy one. Perhaps now you will be a bit more understanding of the difficulties which face a modern-day concert artist. And so the next time you find yourself at the symphony, take a moment to look deeply into the faces of the performers on the stage and imagine how much more difficult their lives are than yours. This is surely what's on their minds ... if anything.

Friday, August 05, 2005

The 4 Presidents!

Maybe you guys should list down the new committee! =)Just wanna add a congrats to the Committee that was led by Wayne. Weeeellll dooonnnneeee YOU guys! Great job really! =)

A historical picture:

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Well, not that historical since the current president is in the picture! =)

School's starting again for me, and for the J2s, jia you for PRELIMS! I'll keep you guys in my prayers! J1s, keep on encouraging the J2s, the As really isn't that easy. =S

God bless you guys!

Monday, August 01, 2005

rehearsal

hey all, just a reminder about tmr's rehearsal..its at 5pm at the viewing gallery. all j1s and j2s included..we're practising for national day..then at about 6.30-8, just the j1s, we're gonna sight read menotti's opera..with members of the acsi string orch. yep. :P cya all tmr!