Struck

Now, to compose the music for Xj's video...
I have come up with this urge to use the Tango rhythm in at least one section of the music. The beat is strong, but I think if one removes the notes and replaces it with ones softer than the Tango's, the music might just, JUST turn out right. The amount of elusiveness with adequate substance. One shouldn't listen to Tango and drink coffee consecutively. Fatal to the nerves

Russian music has the added heaviness which is entirely desirable but I'm gonna need a piano to decide which scores to keep and which not to before returning it. The problem is! I don't have a piano now! oh well, I suppose the harmonica works as well.

OKIE..so what other cultures and rhythms can I adopt. I seem to have left out the Scandinavian region completely. Should, should... Hey, sigur ros is icelandic. hmm..

Virginia Woolf

Nothing much happened these few days, except a few unpleasantries exchanged.
I'm reading Mrs Dalloway by Virginia Woolf. The book's absolutely intriguing. Like the childhood memories of Peter Walsh of Clarissa talking to someone at dinner after they had a sorta quarrel. The way he looked up and saw them and said,' She's going to marry him.' Him, Dalloway, not Walsh. The absolute certainty! Never could have come clearer to me. Twas only recently that I heard about how intimidating this book was supposed to be. I didn't know it when I picked it up. I donh't find it hard. At all, actually. Well..I dunno. Books like 'Who's afraid of Virginia Woolf' exist for a reason, I guess. What a lark! What a plunge!
This Virginia Woolf is gorgeous. I think I've acquired something of her style after watching 'The Hours'. I could watch the movie again and again just to hear the music..

Countdown!

Tissue College

I'm back. Yeah.

I can't say that I'm depressed. I'm fine.

Other than the fact that my hopes were dashed. Maybe it's not. It's just much harder now, to get what I want. Julliard shall henceforth be called the Tissue college. Why is it called the Tissue College? coz I wrote the School's info on a piece of tissue and pinned the tissue on my board.

That's how desperate I was to get there.
Till I realised that they only held live auditions, no audition tapes or Internet conferencing. How am I supposed to get to US? I planned it out.
It's not that difficult to accumulate enough cash for a two-way air ticket. Nor is it that difficult to go there with nobody realising.

Then, I started looking around at famous Brit actors, comedians. Like John Cleese. He went to Cambridge, and started his career as a CCA. I can consider that.

Do you know how painful it is to have your hopes dashed and destroyed again and again? By your own family, sometimes.

I don't know. And things didn't really turn out well today.
Well, at least, things were more beautiful yesterday.

For the first time in such a long while, I sat down with nir and waited for the sunset. Just talking and cuddling and stuff. Decent enough to be seen in the school field, that is. Nir was, is, beautiful.

The reason why I love her so. Beautiful.

But today wasn't all that great. At all.

Sometimes, people just wish time would stay still. Yesterday would have been the best day. I miss it already.