piano

i always love this song. but recently found out that the MV is even more lovable.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pNy6pS4uaCI



do you fear fear?
do you love love?

i fear love

you.

life goes on.

business resumes.


thanks for your concerns. at least i know i am not alone. i know who you are, and you know who you are. thanks.

i love the philosophy of love. i really really do.
i love dota
i love learning italian
i love how beautiful the campus is
i love getting to know people in a more meaningful way

and i am more comfortable with the individualistic non-cliquish culture here.



Yin How's Master Plan is finally drafted.
ACP lifestyle starts now.

the world shall behold..
la cadenza della mia anima

kadenza

thanks sis for sending me this article:
http://www.nytimes.com/2006/10/15/arts/music/15waki.html?ex=1161576000&en=80c6ba87980c5749&ei=5070&emc=eta1

it reminds me of the wonderful memories of playing trombone for the past 9 years of my life. This remarkable ride culminates last year in Capriccio XXI when i had the honor of playing trombone concerto.

how would i forget..
the sense of immense focus and transcendental concentration..
when the limelight spots on me..
when the stage is mine and i am the world.

I still remember..
i played a totally different cadenza than the one i had been rehearsing..
it was a flow of music from the heart
a stroke of spontaneity from the angel of music who resides my soul
a transcendence of self and ego



from then on, my DotA name has been Kadenza.



but somehow, the passion that i hold for trombone seems to be receding, the angel of music appears to have retreated.
or rather, age and "maturity" has gotten the better of me.

i hesitate to face this truth but
no matter how good i am at trombone, no matter beautiful my tone is,
i can never go beyond who i am now: i have reached the asymtote.

my musicality limits me to go beyond. it suffocates my musical soul. it represses my creativity.

i was at the rehearsal room that day, sitting in front of the piano, fiddling with it, trying to invoke the angel of piano in me. but
i think i dream i fantasize,
reality, however, bites.

i have not had the privilege of learning piano and music like other kids around me have. how envious i am when i see others having their fingers dancing on the black and white piano, or strumming on the guitar strings. and now i know that i am too old to learn music. and even if i wanna learn, i dont have the money (it costs a freaking 735 USD per semester for piano lesson in wesleyan!).

if there is anything that i wish to exchange 10 years of my life with,
the ability to play music will be it.

Your Dominant Intelligence is Intrapersonal Intelligence

Reflective and thoughtful, you enjoy spending time alone. You are good at analyzing yourself - and knowing your true feelings. Totally self aware, you are in tune with your dreams and desires. A spiritual and philopsophical person, your inner calmness inspires and helps others. You would make a great philosopher, researcher, or theorist.

What Kind of Intelligence Do You Have?

Why do women cry?

A little boy asked his mother, "Why are you crying?" "Because I'm a woman," she told him.

"I don't understand," he said. His Mom just hugged him and said, "And you never will."

Later the little boy asked his father, "Why does mother seem to cry for no reason?"

"All women cry for no reason," was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man, still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God. When God got on the phone, he asked, "God, why do women cry so easily?"

God said:

"When I made the woman she had to be special.

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the world,

yet gentle enough to give comfort.

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going when everyone else gives up, and take care of her family through sickness and fatigue without complaining.

I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under any and all circumstances, even when her child has hurt her very badly.

I gave her strength to carry her husband through his faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his heart.

I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, but sometimes tests her strengths and her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed. This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is needed."

"You see my son," said God, "the beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears, the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes, because that is the doorway to her heart - the place where love resides."

It dawns upon me that this blog is no longer a safe haven for my irrational ramblings. I might as well transform it into a public persona of mine, and keep whatever irrational censorable controversial eyebrow-raising thoughts and feelings at the backstage. a place only you can access.

I have come to believe that the whole world is an enigma, a harmless enigma that is made terrible by our own mad attempt to interpret it as though it had an underlying truth.

Umberto Eco (1932 - )

成功必须紧记两件事:
不犹豫,
不后悔




如此说来, 我的人生也蛮失败的..