Monday, April 30, 2007
Chamber Music Concert
Sunday, April 29, 2007
Saturday, April 28, 2007
Music
The philosopher Goethe once said that architecture is frozen music. Despite the fact that music marks the passage of time, when one is at the presence of true beauty, the globe stops spinning for just a moment like the very first kiss with a lover.
To Aaron Brock, the purpose of life was "to create moving musical experiences towards the pursuit of happiness." We miss you.
अटैचमेंट
Friday, April 27, 2007
Mr. Bigs
Wednesday, April 25, 2007
Roundabout
All I know right now is that I'm going to Spain in a week and hopefully that'll take my mind off of things.
I'm Chinese, get it right!
“Wait, don’t tell me! You’re Korean aren’t you?!” (I particularity hate this one not because people mistake me for being a Korean but it is the guessing part that annoys me to no end)
“What are you?” (What kind of question is this??? I’m a human being? Did you think I was a chipmunk?)
“How did you get here?”(I swam across the
“Is it hot in
“Are there a lot of people in
“Are you a communist?”(Do you define yourself as a capitalist? Communism is not a religion! Just because I am Chinese doesn’t imply that I am a communist. Do you want people to think you’re all royal Bushies just because you live in the
“Which country do you like better?”(Which parent do you like better? Your mom or dad?)
“Do you have to get married to stay here?” (NO! And if I had to get married it wouldn’t be with you!)
"Is there Christmas in China?" (Not in a religious sense...Mao said "religion is poison")
"What day do you celebrate the Lord's birthday?" (Ok, I just explained that we don't celebrate the Lord because we don't have one and if we did we would celebrate it on the same day!)
People think it's dangerous for me to travel outside of US by myself...try traveling through small towns in Indiana where people have never seen a Chinese person before, I tell you that's scary!
Tuesday, April 24, 2007
Car for Sale
Monday, April 23, 2007
Boyfriends
Sunday, April 22, 2007
Saturday, April 21, 2007
Friday, April 20, 2007
Happy 4/20
Finally told my mother that I’m going to
Worrying about kids comes with the territory of being a mom. I’ll probably be much worse than my mother when I have my own kids. Sometimes she comes up with ridiculous things like “you better stay home for a while so people don’t mistake you for a Korean!” Of course, she wasn’t serious when she said that (if that was the case I'm really SOL since my own mother thinks I look Korean), but she is serious when she nags me about settling down and getting a reliable job soon.
Surely there are lots of things I’m suppose to be doing other than traveling. Anyone who knows me doesn’t seem to think I would really enjoy working a 9 to 5 job. Many people had made that comment to me in the past two weeks. What exactly should I do? Being a tango shoe model can’t exactly be a career. Where is Alexander Petrovsky when you need him? I spoke to the manager from Waddell & Reed yesterday and scheduled an interview for a financial planning position next week. He sounded very interested in hiring me but I don’t think I’m ready to work just yet.
I went to Jason Vieaux’s concert at Hochstein School of Music this evening. It has been five years since I last seen him during my audition at the Cleveland Institute of Music. Jason is an amazing performer, precise and musical. Somehow everyone from Eastman arrived at different times but all sat in the same corner. Judging from bobbing heads around me we might as well be at a rock concert. Jason really rocked out with some Bach (PFA), Albeniz, even the Argentine chacarera from Jose Luis Merlin’s Suite del Recuerdo, and arrangements of Pat Metheny.
Leaf
Wednesday, April 18, 2007
Sunny Afternoon
Tuesday, April 17, 2007
Studio Class
Monday, April 16, 2007
Rollercoaster
As explained on Wikipedia: while panning for gold, some mined ore is placed in a large metal pan, combined with water, and agitated so that the gold particles, being of higher density than the other material, settle to the bottom of the pan. In some ways memory works the same. Despite the delicious steaks, coffee, sweets, milk and the beautiful parks and crowded milongs, as time passes I know it’s the people that I miss the most. Upon inspecting my calling history on OneSuite I realized that I have talked to Rose for 430 minutes in the past 15 days since I came back from
My favorite song from Everything But the Girl:
Rollercoaster
I still haven't got over it even now.
I want to spend huge amounts of time on my own.
I don't want to cause any serious damage.
I want to make sure that I can manage,
because I'm not really in your head,
I'm not really in your head.
And I see love and disaffection
and the clouds build up and won't pass over.
This is my road to my redemption.
And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway.
I still haven't got over it even now.
I want to spend huge amounts of time in my room.
And I'm not coming out until I feel ready,
not running out for a while my heart's unsteady,
and I'm not really in your head.
I'm not really in your head.
When you sky falls to minus zero,
well some things must disappear.
Oh this is my road to my redemption.
And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway.
The names may have been changed but the faces are the same
The names may have been changed but as people we're not the same.
And I'm not, no I'm not, no I'm not
really in your head.
And my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway.
Yeah, my life is just an image of a rollercoaster anyway.
Tea with a side of snow
Sunday, April 15, 2007
Sunday
So the plan for now is to spend May in
April snow shower
It’s starting to snow outside, wet and dense, perfect time to start my blogger site. I can often be quiet around others, but I don’t consider myself a private person. I like the idea of sharing my thoughts, sometimes to the extent of making a fool out of myself. I can tell anyone anything about myself, but never everything. I simply don’t know everything. I enjoy living in what some people would consider a delusional world where I can dream up just about anything and try to make them come true. It is only amongst uncertainty can one truly be free to imagine myriads possibilities. I’m not rich but I spoil myself whenever possible. Henry James once said that someone is considered rich if she can afford the requirements of her own imagination.
I want to live out my life and not vicariously through the lives of others.
Do you have unlived lives in your veins?
“She was wrong, but she believed; she was
deluded, but she was dismally consistent. It was wonderfully
characteristic of her that, having invented a fine theory, about
Gilbert Osmond, she loved him not for what he really possessed,
but for his very poverties dressed out as honours. Ralph
remembered what he had said to his father about wishing to put it
into her power to meet the requirements of her imagination. He
had done so, and the girl had taken full advantage of the luxury.”
-Henry James “Portrait of a Lady”
Sunday, April 1, 2007
I want to see you again
I thought it was bearable until Rose asked me “don’t you wonder what would have happened if you stayed?” My heart pounded so heavily if it was going to jump out of my throat at any moment. When the plane finally took off, I cried. I cried because I will never know the answer and for a person who leaves no stone unturned, it was worse than a death sentence. Her question tormented my soul. There were times when I thought I couldn’t get through another second unless I jump back on that plane again. Still, I had to calm down and wake up to reality. Maybe I will never find out what would have happened. But that’s ok. We had a great time together and let’s just leave it at that. Still, I can’t go on not think of him everyday and night.
Two weeks away it feels like the whole world should've changed
But I'm home now
And things still look the same
I think I'll leave it till tomorrow to unpack
Try to forget for one more night
That I'm back in my flat on the road
Where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can't watch sunset
I don't have time
I don't have time
I've still got sand in my shoes
And I can't shake the thought of you
I should get on, forget you
But why would I want to
I know we said goodbye
Anything else would've been confused but I wanna see you again
Tomorrow's back to work and down to sanity
should run a bath and then clear up the mess I made before I left here
Try to remind myself that I was happy here
Before I knew that I could get on the plane and fly away
From the road where the cars never stop going through the night
To a life where I can't watch sunset
And take my time
Take up our time
I wanna see you again
Two weeks away, all it takes to change and turn me around, I've fallen
I walked away and never said that I wanted to see you again.
"Sand In My Shoes"
-Dido