Full day today, choral practice was awesome at night. Did the whole programme, and the practice tomorrow will be in the cathedral where we are performing.
Something is happening to my eyes. I'm getting really annoyed with it. I couldn't read music sheets everytime I want to practice the piano. I can only read/look at stuff close to me clearly in the morning or after midnight (morning too). I might get blind one day! Sigh.
Well, I did nothing mostly. My life is pretty eventless these days, but it's still awesome, nevertheless.
Anyway, svenska of the day.
Jag pratar svenska. Nej. Jag pratar inte svenska, för jag kommer från Indonesien. Jag misslyckas.
Thursday, 28 August 2008
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
Cloudburst
The concert is coming up soon! I'm pretty pumped about it. I have to get Cloudburst memorised though, which is a bummer, it's a bit long. But I think it's quite manageable. I have to say, I have only just started, and I'm only on page 3 out of 12... lol Yes, I'm getting a bit desperate! But all ist gut.
Anyway, this is the text for the music.
Cloudburst
El cántaro roto
La lluvia...
Ojos de aqua de sombra,
ojos de agua de pozo,
ojos de aqua de sueńo.
Soles azules, verdes remolinos,
picos de luz que abren astros
como granadas.
Dime, tierra quemada, no hay aqua?
hay sólo sangre, sólo hay polvo,
sólo pisadas de pies desnudos sobre
la espina?
La lluvia despierta...
Hay que domir con los ojos abiertos,
hay que soñar con les manos,
soñemos sueños activos de río buscando
su cauce,
sueños de sol soñando sus mundos,
hay que soñar en voz alta,
hay que cantar hasta que el canto eche,
raíces, tronco ramas pájaros, astros,
hay que desenterrar la palabra perida,
recordar lo que dicen la sangre y la marea,
le tierra y el cuerpo,
volver al punto de partida...
Octavio Paz, adapted by Eric Whitacre
Cloudburst
The broken water‐jar
The rain...
Eyes of shadow‐water,
eyes of well water,
eyes of dream‐water.
Blue suns, green whirlwinds,
birdbeaks of light pecking open
pomegranate stars.
But tell me, burnt earth, is there no
water?
Only blood, only dust,
only naked footsteps on the thorns?
The rain awakens…
We must sleep with open eyes,
we must dream with our hands,
we must dream the dreams of a river
seeking its course,
of the sun dreaming its worlds,
we must dream aloud,
we must sing till the song puts forth roots,
trunk, branches birds, stars,
we must find the lost word,
and remember what the blood,
the tides, the earth, and the body say,
and return to the point of departure...
Translation by Lysander Kemp
Quite an intriguing poem hey? I love it, especially when it's combined the music, it's really quite beautiful.
Anyway, learnt a bit of Svenska again. Jag försöker lära mig svenska. I feel like a 5 yo kid.
Man talar svenska i Sverige. Men, jag vill tala engelska i Sverige. För att jag pratar inte Svenska. Jag kan bara tala engelska och indonesiska. Så, var snäll och hjälp mig T_T
Anyway, this is the text for the music.
Cloudburst
El cántaro roto
La lluvia...
Ojos de aqua de sombra,
ojos de agua de pozo,
ojos de aqua de sueńo.
Soles azules, verdes remolinos,
picos de luz que abren astros
como granadas.
Dime, tierra quemada, no hay aqua?
hay sólo sangre, sólo hay polvo,
sólo pisadas de pies desnudos sobre
la espina?
La lluvia despierta...
Hay que domir con los ojos abiertos,
hay que soñar con les manos,
soñemos sueños activos de río buscando
su cauce,
sueños de sol soñando sus mundos,
hay que soñar en voz alta,
hay que cantar hasta que el canto eche,
raíces, tronco ramas pájaros, astros,
hay que desenterrar la palabra perida,
recordar lo que dicen la sangre y la marea,
le tierra y el cuerpo,
volver al punto de partida...
Octavio Paz, adapted by Eric Whitacre
Cloudburst
The broken water‐jar
The rain...
Eyes of shadow‐water,
eyes of well water,
eyes of dream‐water.
Blue suns, green whirlwinds,
birdbeaks of light pecking open
pomegranate stars.
But tell me, burnt earth, is there no
water?
Only blood, only dust,
only naked footsteps on the thorns?
The rain awakens…
We must sleep with open eyes,
we must dream with our hands,
we must dream the dreams of a river
seeking its course,
of the sun dreaming its worlds,
we must dream aloud,
we must sing till the song puts forth roots,
trunk, branches birds, stars,
we must find the lost word,
and remember what the blood,
the tides, the earth, and the body say,
and return to the point of departure...
Translation by Lysander Kemp
Etiquetas: Octavio Paz
(From spanishpoems2.blogspot.com)Quite an intriguing poem hey? I love it, especially when it's combined the music, it's really quite beautiful.
Anyway, learnt a bit of Svenska again. Jag försöker lära mig svenska. I feel like a 5 yo kid.
Man talar svenska i Sverige. Men, jag vill tala engelska i Sverige. För att jag pratar inte Svenska. Jag kan bara tala engelska och indonesiska. Så, var snäll och hjälp mig T_T
Sunday, 24 August 2008
Mike Guglielmucci
One more thing I had to say was that at times, God does not only open a door. It may seem like one door has a great opportunity and in this case, CCM leading. But there are other doors opened for me too, and God is basically saying something like, "there Plan A, Plan B, Plan C, etc." He does have plans for me.
Anyway, I think I should also write about Mike Guglielmucci. God still is great, and no matter how greatly Mike had lied, God is still higher than any human's weaknesses. This serve as an example of how we should not and never idolise humans, in spite of any of their achievements; this is because we are all fallen out from God's glory and standards. The song he wrote will serve still as great reminder that we are all in need of God's love. Despite the fraud and all, I'm sure the song is still Godly. It doesn't matter what the writer intended that to be, it's up to the worshiper to worship God in their own ways. God's love shines through us weak people.
My prayers go to Mike and his families and the whole Kingdom of God.
Anyway, I think I should also write about Mike Guglielmucci. God still is great, and no matter how greatly Mike had lied, God is still higher than any human's weaknesses. This serve as an example of how we should not and never idolise humans, in spite of any of their achievements; this is because we are all fallen out from God's glory and standards. The song he wrote will serve still as great reminder that we are all in need of God's love. Despite the fraud and all, I'm sure the song is still Godly. It doesn't matter what the writer intended that to be, it's up to the worshiper to worship God in their own ways. God's love shines through us weak people.
My prayers go to Mike and his families and the whole Kingdom of God.
Saturday, 23 August 2008
Jubilate Agno
Choir on Wednesday had been awesome, haven't felt so good in doing what I want to do while at the same time, worshiping God, in ages. I had to sacrifice CCM, but I am positive that choir is where I am supposed to be at at the moment. A few days earlier, one of the elder had "challenged" me to give up choir and instead, "commit" myself more in the CCM because I am needed there to replace the keyboardist. Let's say I have decided otherwise. It's a long story, and deciding against CCM wasn't entirely easy either, but I have made my decision. I don't want to be tired and restricted.
One of the choir piece we are singing is called Rejoice in the Lamb. The main message of the piece is basically how everything in the earth, creatures and things, were made uniquely and worships God in each of their own unique ways.
There is a famous part about the poet's cat, Jeoffrey. Here goes:
For I will consider m Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the living God, duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For he knows that God is his saviour.
For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For I am possessed of a cat, surpassing in beauty from whim I take occasion to bless Almighty God.
Well, the writer was in an asylum when he wrote this poem. But I think it's pretty apparent from the poem itself.
Anyway, as with Jeoffrey, I worship in my own unique way too. I do believe God and I understand myself and my feelings more than anybody else.
One of the choir piece we are singing is called Rejoice in the Lamb. The main message of the piece is basically how everything in the earth, creatures and things, were made uniquely and worships God in each of their own unique ways.
There is a famous part about the poet's cat, Jeoffrey. Here goes:
For I will consider m Cat Jeoffry.
For he is the servant of the living God, duly and daily serving him.
For at the first glance of the glory of God in the East he worships in his way.
For this is done by wreathing his body seven times round with elegant quickness.
For he knows that God is his saviour.
For God has blessed him in the variety of his movements.
For there is nothing sweeter than his peace when at rest.
For I am possessed of a cat, surpassing in beauty from whim I take occasion to bless Almighty God.
Well, the writer was in an asylum when he wrote this poem. But I think it's pretty apparent from the poem itself.
Anyway, as with Jeoffrey, I worship in my own unique way too. I do believe God and I understand myself and my feelings more than anybody else.
Tuesday, 19 August 2008
a friend like henry
Uni today was fun, music tech stuff. The midi sequencing thing is pretty fun IMO. Gotta do assignments earlier. I haven't done last week's.
I'm just finishing a book called "a friend like henry," a real-life story about a boy who was born autistic and how the parents raised him. It's an awesome and a heartwarming book. I love it, since I love all sort of books which can make me get teared up.
Anyway, heaps of stuff to think about.
I'm just finishing a book called "a friend like henry," a real-life story about a boy who was born autistic and how the parents raised him. It's an awesome and a heartwarming book. I love it, since I love all sort of books which can make me get teared up.
Anyway, heaps of stuff to think about.
Sunday, 17 August 2008
Mix Doubles, and 63rd Birthday
Well, not a great day at all for mix doubles today. Both teams failed to win, so one team got silver and the other got nothing. Oh well, at least they have done their best. I'm still proud of Indonesia! :D
This makes Indonesia earns 1 Gold, 1 Silver and 3 Bronzes this year. 5 medals, not bad at all :D
Anyway, Indonesia's Independence Day today, Happy 63rd Birthday Indonesia!
This makes Indonesia earns 1 Gold, 1 Silver and 3 Bronzes this year. 5 medals, not bad at all :D
Anyway, Indonesia's Independence Day today, Happy 63rd Birthday Indonesia!
Kido and Hendra
YesYes! Indonesia got a Gold medal from Men's Double match in Badminton. They beat the Chinese double team in a three set game. The first set wasn't too good on Indonesia and I'm pretty sure whoever watched it must be pretty distressed as they lost 12-21. Situation was much better in the 2nd and 3rd game where they won 21-11 and 21-16, barely giving them a chance to even have any hope to get it close to a deuce or something.
Well, after winning, the two embraced, before the coach came and tackled them.
Err, this happened... Looked a bit wrong, but they are excused as they just gave Indonesia one of the best birthday present Indonesia can have (Indonesia's 63rd birthday today!)
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