Every Wednesday, i'd look forward for this lesson. you freaks must be wondering ''why?!'' or rather ''why ohh whyy'' hahaha. i don't know... i guess... it's just that, every lesson taught me somethings about life. it taught me a WHOLE new different meaning about it. new perspective*. it made me realise somethings, or change my ways of somethingg.. orr sumthn' sumthn' like that. *know what i meann* hehe. it is very interesting, motivating and also educational all at the same time. at the end of the lesson, i'll always find something to ponder about. something meaningful, of course. it's 3 freaking hours! but so, i like it still. besides, i like the teacher too. he is the one who makes it alll happen. one word. FUN. to be honest, sometimes i feel that its short. i must be crazy, horr. LOL with inspiring movies, documentaries and funny videos, of course not enough.
To my respectful readers, can you aCtually countt how many ''something/s'' i've typed above??
At the end of the day (5pm), i decided to have an early dinner for i didn't have brunch andd Momma didn't have the time to cook. so, Aimi and i ate at cafe 1. Ira was unable to join us. so, nvm. and so we dilly-dally, took our ownn sweet time for it was raining outside. the whole day was chilly, okayy.
Coincidentally, Hussein, (Cempta's vocal class guy) was there and ended up having grandmother and grandfathers stories to tell. hiak hiak hiak. he is one humorous chap, lah. most of the convo was concentrated on singing; one of which i love most. he told about Singapore Idol and howw they aCtually auditioned wannabes. duh. he had gone through it last two years and knows about the ''behind the scenes'' scoops. isn't tt cool?? i mean. to aCtually know whats goin' onn. i was like, listening attentively like shiett, i tell you. wahaha.
Finally, he has been wanting to comment on my singing since i went for Cempta's audition LAST year. gawd. hahaha. yah, anyways i want comments. true. honest, comments. though they say ''truth hurts'' i don't care. so long i know where i stand, im totally fine with it. ;) and so, he blurted out the truth. the honest truth. both good and bad.
Well... if i were to tell you people good and bad news, which one would you pick first? bad first, correct? its obvious ain't it. its statistically proven, anyways.
But nooooo, its the other way round for his case. because he never freaking ask me first! hahaha so he stated that ive got a beautiful voice; potential... butt!! i've got problems with my pitchingg. sheesh. i knew it from the beginning. *stupid pitchings* how nerve-racking it was. i hate that feeling. seriously. Roy said that too pluss i got rythm. i remember what he last said...
''You need practise. your pitching, it needs practise. practise, practise and should try for another intake of auditions''
Special thanks to Hussein.
heylo...just wanna sae that ur entries are extremely interesting and eventho' its kinda long,u make me wanna read on...keep up the good werk aiite...for an amateur like u,its a veri good job...
ReplyDeleteWahaha..Jun-nai-nah...okie lah..blog too long juz like mine..haha...But blogskin try to change..too dull..no nice..take care....
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