ambivalent feelings

Thursdays are great. Heavenly and God-sent. Wonder why? 'Cause I end at the glorious time of 2.40pm! Hallelujah. My earliest day ever without having any commitments after school. Don't underestimate the power of the absence of commitments. It made me a whole lot happier than I usually am throughout the whole day. Wow. Even OAG sounded interesting. Ok. Just kidding on the last one. =P

Choir practice ended on a low note yesterday. It was one of the practices where it leaves you feeling inadequate and down. No, don't get me wrong. It isn't the practice's fault. It's my fault. I admit it, I didn't memorise the scores well - and I don't exactly have a good reason for that. C'mon, who am I trying to kid? I've been a chorister for a good whole 4 years. I should have known better than to go for a practice without getting the score into my head first.

"Sean, do you know your lyrics?"

I'll never forget that. We were singing Salmo 150 at that point in time and happened that I was an alto, albeit with a horrible creaky voice because I was turning into a man (lol!). Anyway, I had quite a rough time trying to reach the notes and I kept rolling my eyes. Call that the bait for the boogeyman. It's a big no-no. Turned out Ms T thought I forgot my lyrics and that one question sent blood rushing up to my face in 5 milliseconds. You guys know how easily I blush. Bah.

I've gotten over the practice already. Just have to keep working harder. Sometimes I wonder if I'm really improving fast enough. After 4 solid years in choir, of which two years I was a bass, I don't think I've really "gotten" the right technique. Yet. The two years of being an alto don't count because I was singing using a different register altogether. But yes, I digress. I know how a good technique should "feel" like. Air behind the teeth, resonance, LOTS of head voice which I so desperately need and an opened "back of the mouth". Yes. A lot don't make sense to a non-chorister, but seriously, it's not easy to achieve. Just imagine! You have to juggle the words, be it in Hungarian (Yes, HUNGARIAN!), Japanese, French (ohhhh man) or Latin, and still be able to focus on producing good sound. Not to mention some songs require actions, like Bin-nam-ma. Those songs are musically the hardest to sing, in my opinion. With poorly coordinated limbs like mine, it's frightfully difficult to sing and to "dance" simultaneously.

I ramble too much sometimes. But it's my blog, so stuff it.

Pfsh. Energetics. When did chemistry become such a pain?

Oh well. At least I have the NDP show to look forward to on saturday.

À la prochaine fois! (Till next time. That's what it means. And jingyong, where did you learn your french? It's accurate, albeit a little offensive! Hahaha...)