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so. screwed. And what am i doing now? on the com and NOT practising. I ought to be shot.
scriabin etude- kill me now.

Information about my recital. I had kinda copied from my partner's website... due to my laziness. 

Date: Tuesday, 15 April 2008
Venue: Lasalle College of the Arts
             Block F Rm 201
            TIme: 2.30 pm

Programme


Mozart- Sonata for 2 Pianos in D Major, K. 448;

 Liszt- Trois Études de Concert (Three Concert Etudes

William Bolcom- 'The Serpent's Kiss' for 2 pianos (from 'The Garden of Eden')

Prokofiev- Suggestion Diabolique

 
My partners programme will be as follow. At around 5 pm ( where you will see me playing for her again at for the bolcom)

Haydn Sonata in C major Hob XVI:50
         I. Allegro
         II. Adagio
         III. Allegro molto

William Bolcom 'The Serpent's Kiss' for 2 pianos (from 'The Garden of Eden')

Ravel Jeux D'eau

** Kindly take note that this is an exam that is open to the public so please give at least half an hour of allowance time before and after the stated timing.

Hope to see you there! 

If  amy of you are coming and need to contact me please reach me at 98523811. Id appreciate any support!

Something really random and stupid happened today. Me and partner Rachie got caught in the rain and my shoes were soaking wet. My feet tend to cramp up when its cold and especially wrapped up in a cloth shoe drenched  in rain.... i should have listened to Rachie to take it off to dry... 
Then while i was stomping my feet (parts in Bolcom piece).. then it cramped up very bad while i playing and  started feel so ridiculous at ,myself  that i could play a piece to the point of getting cramped up somewhere not the hands... i started laughing towards the end of the piece and since we were recording ourselves..... i didnt want to stop. When it ended i burst in shrieks of pain and rachie hopped ovrer to look at my feet... all of these recorded ! Id post it on youtube ha ha

My recital programme:

Beethoven Sonata " Tempest" op 31 - 2nd and 3rd movement

Liszt Trois Études de Concert - Un sospiro 

Prokofiev - Suggestion Diabolique op 11 

William Bolcom- Poltergeist from 4 ghost rags

and if all goes well, my ideal programme will go like this (which will include the pieces that ive been looking forward to work on with Rachie)

Darius Milhaud- Scaramouche

Mozart Sonata for 2 piano in D major K 448

Liszt Trois Études de Concert - Un sospiro 

Prokofiev - Suggestion Diabolique op 11 

Its  absolutely great  to have someone  cheer me on  along the way... and have people to believe in me. It makes everyhing seem much doable. 

who share the same liking for oldies.... and of course classical :)

In a little while from now,
If I’m not feeling any less sour
I promised myself to treat myself
And visit a nearby tower,
And climbing to the top,
Will throw myself off
In an effort to make it clear to who
Ever what it’s like when your shattered
Left standing in the lurch, at a church
Where people ‘re saying,
“My God that’s tough, she stood him up!
No point in us remaining.
May as well go home.”
As I did on my own,
Alone again, naturally

To think that only yesterday,
I was cheerful, bright and gay,
Looking forward to, but who wouldn’t do,
The role I was about to play
But as if to knock me down,
Reality came around
And without so much as a mere touch,
Cut me into little pieces
Leaving me to doubt,
All about God and His mercy
For if He really does exist
Why did He desert me
In my hour of need?
I truly am indeed,
Alone again, naturally

It seems to me that
There are more hearts
Broken in the world
That can’t be mended
Left unattended
What do we do? What do we do?

Now looking back over the years,
And what ever else that appears
I remember I cried when my father died
Never wishing to have cried the tears
And at sixty-five years old,
My mother, God rest her soul,
Couldn’t understand, why the only man
She had ever loved had been taken
Leaving her to start with a heart
So badly broken
Despite encouragement from me
No words were ever spoken
And when she passed away
I cried and cried all day
Alone again, naturally
Alone again, naturally