http://maryanndevine.typepad.com/smartsandculture/opera_marketing/
http://www.andante.com/article/article.cfm?id=25695
http://well.blogs.nytimes.com/2009/02/04/the-incredible-shrinking-opera-singer/
http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/chronicle/archive/2001/07/13/WB15814.DTL&type=news
http://www.metoperafamily.org/operanews/issue/article.aspx?id=2831&issueID=127
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Friday, February 27, 2009
Vanne, O Rosa Fortunata by Bellini
And of course sang by our dearest tenor, Luciano Pavarotti :)
Go, fortunate rose,Cabbage Wabbage
to rest at Nice's breast
and all will be forced
to envy your fate.
Oh, if I could change myself
into you, but for a moment,
my heart would long
for no greater happiness.
But you bow your head with spite,
fair faded rose,
your brow loses all colour
from disdain and pain.
Lovely rose, it is destined,
that we meet the same fate:
we shall both meet death there,
you from envy and I of love.
Translated by Camilla Bugge
My Very First Tango Lesson
Last night, I made a spontaneous decision to join my good friend, a great violinist and musician for a night of tango.
It was the most marvelous experience I've had in a while. I've always loved to dance as a kid, but never had the means to take lessons. But last night, I understood that my love for dance has yet to cease.
There is such flow and confident on the tango dance floor. Swift but not fast. It flows like clear river, but like the currents, you must keep the rhythm.
Ya? Tango is a beautiful choice.
I will keep taking classes from this teacher, Florencia. She's from Argentina, so she knows the real deal here.
4 things I've learned from this lesson:
1) Feel an electric connection from your chest to the partner's chest
2) Move from the hip down
3) Trust your partner who happens to be the leader since I am in fact the female
4) Shoulders rolled back, chest high supported from your diaphragm
Oh, one last thing: Rhythm, rhythm, RHYTHM!!!!
Cabbage Wabbage
It was the most marvelous experience I've had in a while. I've always loved to dance as a kid, but never had the means to take lessons. But last night, I understood that my love for dance has yet to cease.
There is such flow and confident on the tango dance floor. Swift but not fast. It flows like clear river, but like the currents, you must keep the rhythm.
Ya? Tango is a beautiful choice.
I will keep taking classes from this teacher, Florencia. She's from Argentina, so she knows the real deal here.
4 things I've learned from this lesson:
1) Feel an electric connection from your chest to the partner's chest
2) Move from the hip down
3) Trust your partner who happens to be the leader since I am in fact the female
4) Shoulders rolled back, chest high supported from your diaphragm
Oh, one last thing: Rhythm, rhythm, RHYTHM!!!!
Cabbage Wabbage
Tuesday, February 24, 2009
Time Speeds in the Most Graceful Fashion
So, as I was making a soy mocha at the coffee shop, the memory of the time when Kathy taught me how to make a soy mocha occur to me.
I remembered how much I liked it. I was addicted. I believe I gained 10 pounds from drinking two of those in a day for one month straight.
Anyways, I started to see how fast four years has became...I can't even begin to comprehend.
You know, sometimes I find myself staring at the clock. Watching the movement of the second hand ticking away. Although the hour hand moves slowly, but it still keeps moving and eventually, it completes its cycle the way the second hand does every minute.
Circle...circle...round and round it goes...
It can be a scary thought. Time. And how it moves.
But it's beautiful. It depicts the truth of how life works.
Circle...circle...and round it goes...
You may have missed it when the hour hand stroke twelve, but there's nothing to worry coz it'll strike twelve again in twelve hours.
You may miss it again, but it's fine coz chances are you can see it happen again in twelve hours.
Time may make you feel like you've missed out and you need to catch up, but it gives you second chances everyday.
That's lovely.
Cabbage Wabbage
I remembered how much I liked it. I was addicted. I believe I gained 10 pounds from drinking two of those in a day for one month straight.
Anyways, I started to see how fast four years has became...I can't even begin to comprehend.
You know, sometimes I find myself staring at the clock. Watching the movement of the second hand ticking away. Although the hour hand moves slowly, but it still keeps moving and eventually, it completes its cycle the way the second hand does every minute.
Circle...circle...round and round it goes...
It can be a scary thought. Time. And how it moves.
But it's beautiful. It depicts the truth of how life works.
Circle...circle...and round it goes...
You may have missed it when the hour hand stroke twelve, but there's nothing to worry coz it'll strike twelve again in twelve hours.
You may miss it again, but it's fine coz chances are you can see it happen again in twelve hours.
Time may make you feel like you've missed out and you need to catch up, but it gives you second chances everyday.
That's lovely.
Cabbage Wabbage
Sunday, February 22, 2009
A Song for Today
La Mamma Morta by Maria Callas
And the angel approaches, kisses me,
and in that kiss is death!
The moribund body is my body.
Take it then!
I am already dead like it!
When the music rules over...
Cabbage Wabbage
Saturday, February 21, 2009
The Best when It's Least Expected
Happy Sunday everyone!
I had a great Saturday and I didn't even plan for it.
=)
The saddest part about having such a great day is the fact that
you are never allowed to keep it forever.
The sun sets and a new day begins.
Whether or not the new day will be just as good really depends on what you make of it.
You may have successfully lived a good day yesterday but it doesn't really matter anymore.
Because life brings you new trials today. So be present.
I am about to study a new set of music this week. The repertoire includes arias from Simon Boccanegra(Verdi) and La Traviata(Verdi) and Romeo et Juliette (Gounod) and a couple from Donizetti's.
Big operas. But exciting, its always exciting to dive into something new.
Hope you'll appreciate your Sunday.
It's sunny and hopeful out. So LOVE IT!
Cabbage Wabbage
I had a great Saturday and I didn't even plan for it.
=)
The saddest part about having such a great day is the fact that
you are never allowed to keep it forever.
The sun sets and a new day begins.
Whether or not the new day will be just as good really depends on what you make of it.
You may have successfully lived a good day yesterday but it doesn't really matter anymore.
Because life brings you new trials today. So be present.
I am about to study a new set of music this week. The repertoire includes arias from Simon Boccanegra(Verdi) and La Traviata(Verdi) and Romeo et Juliette (Gounod) and a couple from Donizetti's.
Big operas. But exciting, its always exciting to dive into something new.
Hope you'll appreciate your Sunday.
It's sunny and hopeful out. So LOVE IT!
Cabbage Wabbage
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Im Fruhling
In Spring
Quietly I sit on the hill's slope.
The sky is so clear;
a breeze plays in the green valley.
Where I was at Spring's first sunbeam
once - alas, I was so happy!
When I was walking at her side,
So intimate and so close,
and deep in the dark rocky spring
was the beautiful sky, blue and bright;
and I saw her in the sky.
Look how colorful Spring already
looks out from bud and blossom!
Not every blossom is the same for me:
I like best to pick from the branch
from which she picked hers!
For all is as it was:
the flowers, the field;
the sun does not shine less brightly,
nor does the spring reflect any less charmingly
the blue image of the sky.
The only things that change are will and delusion:
Joys and quarrels alternate,
the happiness of love flies past,
and only the love remains -
The love and, alas, the sorrow.
there, on the meadow's slope,
then I would remain here on these branches,
and sing a sweet song about her
the whole summer long.
Joe Turner's Come and Gone
This is my favourite part of the entire play...
Bynum: I can tell from looking at you. My daddy taught me how to do that. Say when you look at a fellow, if you taught yourself to look for it, you can see his song written on him. Tell you what kind of man he is in this world. Now I can look at you, Mr. Loomis, and see you a man who done forgot his song. Forgot how to sing it. A fellow forget that and he forget who he is. Forget how he's suppose to mark down life. Just like you, Mr. Loomis, I didn't know what I was searching for. The only thing I knew was something was keeping me dissatisfied. Something wasn't making my heart smooth and easy. Then one day my daddy gave me a song. That song had a weight that was hard to carry. I fought against it. Didn't want to accept that song. I tried to find my daddy to give him back the song. But it wasn't his song. It was my song. It had come from way deep inside me. That song helped me on the road. Made it smooth to where my footsteps didn't bite back at me. All the time that song was getting bigger and bigger. That song growing with each step on the road. I used all of myself up in making that song. Then I was the song in search of itself. See, Mr Loomis, when a man forgets his song he goes off in search of it. Till he finds out he's got it with him all the time.
=)
Cabbage Wabbage
Bynum: I can tell from looking at you. My daddy taught me how to do that. Say when you look at a fellow, if you taught yourself to look for it, you can see his song written on him. Tell you what kind of man he is in this world. Now I can look at you, Mr. Loomis, and see you a man who done forgot his song. Forgot how to sing it. A fellow forget that and he forget who he is. Forget how he's suppose to mark down life. Just like you, Mr. Loomis, I didn't know what I was searching for. The only thing I knew was something was keeping me dissatisfied. Something wasn't making my heart smooth and easy. Then one day my daddy gave me a song. That song had a weight that was hard to carry. I fought against it. Didn't want to accept that song. I tried to find my daddy to give him back the song. But it wasn't his song. It was my song. It had come from way deep inside me. That song helped me on the road. Made it smooth to where my footsteps didn't bite back at me. All the time that song was getting bigger and bigger. That song growing with each step on the road. I used all of myself up in making that song. Then I was the song in search of itself. See, Mr Loomis, when a man forgets his song he goes off in search of it. Till he finds out he's got it with him all the time.
=)
Cabbage Wabbage
Moments
You wish you can take back what you've said.
You wish you can rewind time, and re-do the decisions you've made.
But what is there to change if everything has already been decided?
What is there to change?
What is the use to sit around and regret the moments that you've already lived?
You can't change it.
You can't take it back.
The moments gone.
And it will never come back.
Do you know what I'm saying? Well, what I'm saying is...
I think I'm done wondering how life could have or would have been.
I'm done being bound by thoughts that do not and no longer exist.
It's consumed my mind to the point where
I don't remember my song.
I don't remember myself.
I've spent too much time doing that.
Now, I just wanna stand up and walk,run, travel...
Find my song and sing.
Cabbage Wabbage
You wish you can rewind time, and re-do the decisions you've made.
But what is there to change if everything has already been decided?
What is there to change?
What is the use to sit around and regret the moments that you've already lived?
You can't change it.
You can't take it back.
The moments gone.
And it will never come back.
Do you know what I'm saying? Well, what I'm saying is...
I think I'm done wondering how life could have or would have been.
I'm done being bound by thoughts that do not and no longer exist.
It's consumed my mind to the point where
I don't remember my song.
I don't remember myself.
I've spent too much time doing that.
Now, I just wanna stand up and walk,run, travel...
Find my song and sing.
Cabbage Wabbage
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
This Week
Is not really the best week.
So far, I've been utterly annoyed by quite a few people (including myself).
I feel as though I'm suffocating. My room mate next to me is very sick with some sort of sinus infection and pink eye. And my other room mates are just as crabby with the amount of homework they have to deal with this week.
Anyhow, gotta get myself some happies somehow.
Today's one of those days when all you wanna do is to have fun and some air to breathe. But you're stuck in a school of hell--having to deal with homework, annoying snobs, and sick viruses.
So, all you wanna do is to lock yourself up in the room, coz you can feel the beast inside of you pounding through your veins.
I got a paper returned yesterday and let's just say I've never received such a horrible grade for a paper before. 55 out of 100%???!!! His comment was, "this is a great paper. However, you did not follow my guidelines." Geez!! Speaking about control freaks!
So, I will be spending two hours of my life this weekend trying to re-write my paper, hoping that I am obeying his guidelines. Fun!
The world is really testing my patience this week. It really is.
Cabbage Wabbage
So far, I've been utterly annoyed by quite a few people (including myself).
I feel as though I'm suffocating. My room mate next to me is very sick with some sort of sinus infection and pink eye. And my other room mates are just as crabby with the amount of homework they have to deal with this week.
Anyhow, gotta get myself some happies somehow.
Today's one of those days when all you wanna do is to have fun and some air to breathe. But you're stuck in a school of hell--having to deal with homework, annoying snobs, and sick viruses.
So, all you wanna do is to lock yourself up in the room, coz you can feel the beast inside of you pounding through your veins.
I got a paper returned yesterday and let's just say I've never received such a horrible grade for a paper before. 55 out of 100%???!!! His comment was, "this is a great paper. However, you did not follow my guidelines." Geez!! Speaking about control freaks!
So, I will be spending two hours of my life this weekend trying to re-write my paper, hoping that I am obeying his guidelines. Fun!
The world is really testing my patience this week. It really is.
Cabbage Wabbage
Sunday, February 15, 2009
Things to be done with:
Finish Broken Teeth Presentation
Practice Piano
Warm up Voice
Final Opera Scenes Presentation
Complete Chapter 3 for Intro to theater
So I can finally read:
A History on Bel Canto by Celleti...=) YAY!
Hope everyone had a great Valentine's Day.
Alec and I made home made Pizza last night from scratch. And it was absolutely delicious. We probably over-did the topping. (It was at least 4 pounds) lol...One piece of that pizza-dino was like 2 meals.
Anyways, today my music comrades and I will be performing an hour long opera scenes recital at Sateren Auditorium in Augsburg College. If you are interested, come at 7PM and enjoy an evening of lovely operatic/musical works by composers from different eras.
Have a great day and hope to see you and Sateren tonight!
Cabbage Wabbage
Practice Piano
Warm up Voice
Final Opera Scenes Presentation
Complete Chapter 3 for Intro to theater
So I can finally read:
A History on Bel Canto by Celleti...=) YAY!
Hope everyone had a great Valentine's Day.
Alec and I made home made Pizza last night from scratch. And it was absolutely delicious. We probably over-did the topping. (It was at least 4 pounds) lol...One piece of that pizza-dino was like 2 meals.
Anyways, today my music comrades and I will be performing an hour long opera scenes recital at Sateren Auditorium in Augsburg College. If you are interested, come at 7PM and enjoy an evening of lovely operatic/musical works by composers from different eras.
Have a great day and hope to see you and Sateren tonight!
Cabbage Wabbage
Broken Teeth
http://www.colgate.com/app/Colgate/US/OC/Information/OralHealthBasics/EmergenciesInjuries/DentalEmergencies/FracturedandBrokenTeeth.cvsp
http://www.dental--health.com/bad_teeth_broken.html
http://health.nytimes.com/health/guides/injury/broken-or-knocked-out-tooth/overview.html
http://www.dental--health.com/bad_teeth_broken.html
http://health.nytimes.com/health/guides/injury/broken-or-knocked-out-tooth/overview.html
Thursday, February 12, 2009
Message in my mail box says:
Account Activity
Account Balance* as of 2/12/09 11:26PM: $0.00I can't believe I'm done paying for college. It's a pretty overwhelming feeling. You feel like you've conquered but yet lost something. Both at the same time.
No more safety net through Augsburg College.
It's finally time to go out into the real world. Searching for the next chapter of my life.
No more scholarship auditions.
No more student worker jobs.
No more food service jobs...
WoW...
It's finally time to start paying for things that real adults would pay for.
It's finally time to start financing for my own life.
Not school.
Not tuition.
Not textbooks.
But bills,
food,
gas,
car...
my own life.
hoi...i feel a lil' nauseated thinking about this.
Cabbage Wabbage
In the grammar of Dietrich Fischer-dieskau
This is how I would express how I feel today...if I had the instrument and mind of Dietrich Fischer-dieskau.
If only...
Cabbage Wabbage
Made My Day
Today is a great day.
The sun's shining. Unbelievable. The sky has never looked this beautiful. ahhh....
SO, I've gotten Alec three gifts for Valentine's Day. ( It had to be three since I was not able to get him anything for his birthday last June and on Christmas)
Impatient with the suspense till V day, I decided to give him a gift today, which was a French Press. I LOOVVVEEE coffee made through a french press. It's delicious. Somehow the idea of drinking a cup of coffee that has coffee grinds soaked in it just makes it 100 times more enjoyable.
The funny part about this story is that Alec also got me a French Press from the same brand, only a different model for V day.
He was so angry at first, but we later agreed that it was actually kinda funny.
It is wonderful to finally find someone who cares about you the same way you care for him.
Have a great day guys!
Cabbage Wabbage
The sun's shining. Unbelievable. The sky has never looked this beautiful. ahhh....
SO, I've gotten Alec three gifts for Valentine's Day. ( It had to be three since I was not able to get him anything for his birthday last June and on Christmas)
Impatient with the suspense till V day, I decided to give him a gift today, which was a French Press. I LOOVVVEEE coffee made through a french press. It's delicious. Somehow the idea of drinking a cup of coffee that has coffee grinds soaked in it just makes it 100 times more enjoyable.
The funny part about this story is that Alec also got me a French Press from the same brand, only a different model for V day.
He was so angry at first, but we later agreed that it was actually kinda funny.
It is wonderful to finally find someone who cares about you the same way you care for him.
Have a great day guys!
Cabbage Wabbage
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Such a Grey Week for Minneapolis
 | High / Low (°F) | Precip. % | | ||
| Tonight |  | Snow Showers Late | 28° | 30 % | |
| Wed |  | AM Snow Showers | 35°/24° | 30 % | |
| Thu | | AM Snow Showers | 30°/17° | 30 % | |
| Fri |  | Cloudy | 29°/17° | 10 % | |
| Sat |  | Partly Cloudy | 27°/13° | 10 % | |
| Sun | | Few Snow Showers | 25°/13° | 30 % | |
| Last Updated Feb 10 10:08 p.m. CT Oh well, at least it'll be sunny for Valentine's Day =) Cabbage Wabbage | |||||
According to Google:
Evelyn is...
Evelyn is Not Real
Evelyn is the first person in musical history to successfully create and sustain a full-time career as a solo percussionist.
Evelyn is six-years-old and loves to play with her friends, ballet dance and play pretend games with her dolls.
Evelyn is still too young to understand presents
Evelyn is made from the finest of materials
Evelyn is a solid uplifting rock
Evelyn is apparently very complicated...-___-||
Evelyn is Not Real
Evelyn is the first person in musical history to successfully create and sustain a full-time career as a solo percussionist.
Evelyn is six-years-old and loves to play with her friends, ballet dance and play pretend games with her dolls.
Evelyn is still too young to understand presents
Evelyn is made from the finest of materials
Evelyn is a solid uplifting rock
Evelyn is apparently very complicated...-___-||
The Happy College Life
As I am nearing the end of my life in college, I've been reflecting on what it is I enjoy in college. It is sad to say that most of the things I've enjoyed at this place..are gone. They were all temporary. None of them actually lasted for all four years.
Honestly, if you'd compare my life today to the life I've lived in the first couple years of college, I cannot even begin to explain how much my life has changed.
Well, as I was remembering the things that use to make me happy in college, I realized how much I miss Sodexho...well, mainly Kathy the past manager of Coopers.
A year ago, Jackie Mills and I arranged this plan with the other coffee shop girls to buy Kathy a bouquet of roses for Valentines Day, just to show how much she means to us. I've never noticed this at that time(coz I was too busy with my own life) but when Kathy saw those flowers, she looked soooo happy. I swear she has never looked that happy and beautiful in the past few years that I've worked with her--especially since last year was probably her toughest year supervising in Coopers. (Everyone had a good feeling that Sodexho was losing their account at that point)
Now that Valentine's Day's comin, I might go pay Kathy a visit at St. Kate's. I miss her so so so much. The joy of working in the coffee shop has never been the same without Kathy. That high squeaky voice of hers, that vulnerability, that motherly sweetness, that need of a hug, that love she pours out to her coffee shop girls, that willingness, that strength, that understanding...
Now, I can't allow myself to dwell too long in this sappy entry since I will have to leave for my 7 o'clock shift with the 'new' Coopers' administration.
Everything changes, nothing's the same. It requires so much acceptance from me to live a happy life in college. Acceptance of the changes, accepting my mistakes, acceptance for the others mistakes, slowing learning and accepting the cycle of life...
Learning how to be happy in college is a 101 lesson on how to live the happy life in the real world...I really think so.
Cabbage Wabbage
Honestly, if you'd compare my life today to the life I've lived in the first couple years of college, I cannot even begin to explain how much my life has changed.
Well, as I was remembering the things that use to make me happy in college, I realized how much I miss Sodexho...well, mainly Kathy the past manager of Coopers.
A year ago, Jackie Mills and I arranged this plan with the other coffee shop girls to buy Kathy a bouquet of roses for Valentines Day, just to show how much she means to us. I've never noticed this at that time(coz I was too busy with my own life) but when Kathy saw those flowers, she looked soooo happy. I swear she has never looked that happy and beautiful in the past few years that I've worked with her--especially since last year was probably her toughest year supervising in Coopers. (Everyone had a good feeling that Sodexho was losing their account at that point)
Now that Valentine's Day's comin, I might go pay Kathy a visit at St. Kate's. I miss her so so so much. The joy of working in the coffee shop has never been the same without Kathy. That high squeaky voice of hers, that vulnerability, that motherly sweetness, that need of a hug, that love she pours out to her coffee shop girls, that willingness, that strength, that understanding...
Now, I can't allow myself to dwell too long in this sappy entry since I will have to leave for my 7 o'clock shift with the 'new' Coopers' administration.
Everything changes, nothing's the same. It requires so much acceptance from me to live a happy life in college. Acceptance of the changes, accepting my mistakes, acceptance for the others mistakes, slowing learning and accepting the cycle of life...
Learning how to be happy in college is a 101 lesson on how to live the happy life in the real world...I really think so.
Cabbage Wabbage
Monday, February 9, 2009
Today's Exclusive Gift:
"Hey baby! How are you doing?"
Really, Facebook? Come on...lol
Anyhow, Good Day people. I just woke up about half an hour ago.
I had a great big bowl of cereal and a tiny bit of rice pudding( I LOVE rice pudding).
The next thing I did, I was on Facebook.
Why would someone like me ever think about going to Facebook first thing in the morning? That's because Facebook is an addictive machine.
If you accumulate all the time that people would go on facebook each day, you would be utterly disappointed. So let's not think about that and enjoy life (facebook) the way it is.
This Sunday at 7pm, February 15 : Opera Workshop Recital.
Location : Sateren Auditorium
Come and enjoy an hour of great music from great operatic works.
And support a few of the only vocalists in Augsburg College.
Cabbage Wabbage
Really, Facebook? Come on...lol
Anyhow, Good Day people. I just woke up about half an hour ago.
I had a great big bowl of cereal and a tiny bit of rice pudding( I LOVE rice pudding).
The next thing I did, I was on Facebook.
Why would someone like me ever think about going to Facebook first thing in the morning? That's because Facebook is an addictive machine.
If you accumulate all the time that people would go on facebook each day, you would be utterly disappointed. So let's not think about that and enjoy life (facebook) the way it is.
This Sunday at 7pm, February 15 : Opera Workshop Recital.
Location : Sateren Auditorium
Come and enjoy an hour of great music from great operatic works.
And support a few of the only vocalists in Augsburg College.
Cabbage Wabbage
Saturday, February 7, 2009
You and I
Sometimes I have these days when I get caught up and distracted by how similar human beings.
The way we communicate in our troubles, our joys, our desires...
we are so similar.
It's weird, coz then I start wondering what is the purpose to my existence.
If everyone is this similar to each other and if everyone is out for the same objectives, what makes my existence anymore important than anyone else? What IS this place about? Why do we have the desires we have? What makes us crave? What makes us strive if life can so easily turn into the same old routine everyday?
It's weird. Coz sometimes I feel like I've had enough. I see the same things. I see the same type of people. I hit the same wall. I learn the same lessons. Over and over and over.
They say that "You'll never stop learning in life." But what if I find that it's tiring to never be able to learn everything about the life that you have been given to live? What if I find it unfair that I must live to understand this life that I did not choose to live?...
SO yea...it's just another one of those weeks.
Where I find myself contemplating maybe a lil' too deeply into the questions in life that are ought to be kept secret for life.
Cabbage Wabbage
The way we communicate in our troubles, our joys, our desires...
we are so similar.
It's weird, coz then I start wondering what is the purpose to my existence.
If everyone is this similar to each other and if everyone is out for the same objectives, what makes my existence anymore important than anyone else? What IS this place about? Why do we have the desires we have? What makes us crave? What makes us strive if life can so easily turn into the same old routine everyday?
It's weird. Coz sometimes I feel like I've had enough. I see the same things. I see the same type of people. I hit the same wall. I learn the same lessons. Over and over and over.
They say that "You'll never stop learning in life." But what if I find that it's tiring to never be able to learn everything about the life that you have been given to live? What if I find it unfair that I must live to understand this life that I did not choose to live?...
SO yea...it's just another one of those weeks.
Where I find myself contemplating maybe a lil' too deeply into the questions in life that are ought to be kept secret for life.
Cabbage Wabbage
Thursday, February 5, 2009
Personal Interest
http://www.belcanto.it/index1.asp?ID=869
http://www.curtis.edu/html/10000.shtml
http://www.avaopera.org/
Cabbage Wabbage
http://www.curtis.edu/html/10000.shtml
http://www.avaopera.org/
Cabbage Wabbage
Roommate Meeting
For those who have issues with their roommies: Make sure to have a meeting.
Don't dwell in your anger till it's too late.
Don't be passively aggressive (that'll only make things worse)
Don't say "it's ok" when things are clearly NOT ok.
No fake smiles or "how are you?"s like you really give a damn.
Just sit and have a meeting with them.
Make sure that there are no misunderstandings.
Make sure that both sides are clear with the problem.
Make sure that both sides have their chances to explain.
There are no such thing as "it's too late".
For those of you who have cleaning problems with your roommies, here's a solution:
Make a chart, a grid, a schedule...SOMETHING so everyone gets a fair share of cleaning.
Make sure everyone knows what they're responsible for cleaning each week.
For those of you who have problems with the parties:
Make sure to let your roommate know that you are not happy with parties that consist of strangers and drunkards and underage drinkers.
Don't wait till the end. Sometimes, people are not as inconsiderate and selfish as you think they are.
You'd be surprised by their reaction to your honesty.
For those of you who have problems with the fridge:
Delegate that fridge.
Each roommate gets a section of the fridge. And then, make a communal section of condiments for all to use.
For personality issues:
Talk it through. Maybe things can work out and friendships can be mended.
If not, MOVE OUT before you ruin the friendship and yourself completely!
With love,
Cabbage Wabbage
Don't dwell in your anger till it's too late.
Don't be passively aggressive (that'll only make things worse)
Don't say "it's ok" when things are clearly NOT ok.
No fake smiles or "how are you?"s like you really give a damn.
Just sit and have a meeting with them.
Make sure that there are no misunderstandings.
Make sure that both sides are clear with the problem.
Make sure that both sides have their chances to explain.
There are no such thing as "it's too late".
For those of you who have cleaning problems with your roommies, here's a solution:
Make a chart, a grid, a schedule...SOMETHING so everyone gets a fair share of cleaning.
Make sure everyone knows what they're responsible for cleaning each week.
For those of you who have problems with the parties:
Make sure to let your roommate know that you are not happy with parties that consist of strangers and drunkards and underage drinkers.
Don't wait till the end. Sometimes, people are not as inconsiderate and selfish as you think they are.
You'd be surprised by their reaction to your honesty.
For those of you who have problems with the fridge:
Delegate that fridge.
Each roommate gets a section of the fridge. And then, make a communal section of condiments for all to use.
For personality issues:
Talk it through. Maybe things can work out and friendships can be mended.
If not, MOVE OUT before you ruin the friendship and yourself completely!
With love,
Cabbage Wabbage
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Thank God for Positive Support
Boy, do I have a great story to tell you guys.
So as you may have known from my previous post, I am not having the best night of my life.
Yes, I was burning with hellish anger while typing that post.
Anyhow, I decided to go for a work out at the gym right after I published the angry post. (thinking that I should somehow let out that negative energy I had)
It was a great decision.
I felt good. I sure wore those machines out. Yea coz I was a ball of energy about to explode at the gym!
I was walking back to my room, thinking that that was the end of my frustrating and irritating night.
All I had left to do was to walk into the bathroom, and take a long warm shower. Then, sleep peacefully.....
...
Yea, did not quite happened the way I was anticipating.
Instead of a quiet and peaceful room, I walked into a noisy rambunctious room.
My roommate was apparently having a party. Don't get me wrong, but seriously dude? It's a Wednesday night. What's the need to party so soon?
Anyway, the story gets better.
Her boy friend was apparently having a lil too much fun with the bottle of vodka. As I was getting ready for my shower, my roommate came into my room apologizing for her "accidentally wasted" boyfriend.
I don't remember what I responded. All I can remember that happened next was the sound of a huge man puking in my toilet--in the bathroom where I so wanted to take my warm zen shower in.
Yea, that shower definitely did NOT happen.
The moral of the story is: Don't party on a Wednesday. It's just bad mojo.
Also, I just wanted to take this time to praise my wonderful knight in shining armor who has been such a great positive support for me tonight. =)
2nd moral of that story is: Have a roommate meeting as early as possible before you walk into a stranger puking in your bathroom.
Cabbage Wabbage
So as you may have known from my previous post, I am not having the best night of my life.
Yes, I was burning with hellish anger while typing that post.
Anyhow, I decided to go for a work out at the gym right after I published the angry post. (thinking that I should somehow let out that negative energy I had)
It was a great decision.
I felt good. I sure wore those machines out. Yea coz I was a ball of energy about to explode at the gym!
I was walking back to my room, thinking that that was the end of my frustrating and irritating night.
All I had left to do was to walk into the bathroom, and take a long warm shower. Then, sleep peacefully.....
...
Yea, did not quite happened the way I was anticipating.
Instead of a quiet and peaceful room, I walked into a noisy rambunctious room.
My roommate was apparently having a party. Don't get me wrong, but seriously dude? It's a Wednesday night. What's the need to party so soon?
Anyway, the story gets better.
Her boy friend was apparently having a lil too much fun with the bottle of vodka. As I was getting ready for my shower, my roommate came into my room apologizing for her "accidentally wasted" boyfriend.
I don't remember what I responded. All I can remember that happened next was the sound of a huge man puking in my toilet--in the bathroom where I so wanted to take my warm zen shower in.
Yea, that shower definitely did NOT happen.
The moral of the story is: Don't party on a Wednesday. It's just bad mojo.
Also, I just wanted to take this time to praise my wonderful knight in shining armor who has been such a great positive support for me tonight. =)
2nd moral of that story is: Have a roommate meeting as early as possible before you walk into a stranger puking in your bathroom.
Cabbage Wabbage
Buzzed by caffein...or just plainly ticked off...
Life is funny.
You think got a hold of it one day.
And then it turns its face.
And here you are again.
Back to square one.
The same questions
all over again...
What are we doing here?
Why must we live this damned life?
Oh God.
Absolutely annoyed...
About what?
Well, my parents for one thing.
You know what I hate most about the Chinese culture?
The need to show off.
The need to put their kids on the pedestal
Making their achievements bigger than what they actually are.
This...This is why Chinese kids will never feel satisfied.
This does not grant them any true satisfaction.
This causes them to do things to please others.
Their parents and the strangers that they're shown off to.
Just let them be themselves for once.
Just let them enjoy their achievements the way they are.
Just be content and let us be content
with ourselves.
Not our success.
Not our achievements.
Cabbage Wabbage
You think got a hold of it one day.
And then it turns its face.
And here you are again.
Back to square one.
The same questions
all over again...
What are we doing here?
Why must we live this damned life?
Oh God.
Absolutely annoyed...
About what?
Well, my parents for one thing.
You know what I hate most about the Chinese culture?
The need to show off.
The need to put their kids on the pedestal
Making their achievements bigger than what they actually are.
This...This is why Chinese kids will never feel satisfied.
This does not grant them any true satisfaction.
This causes them to do things to please others.
Their parents and the strangers that they're shown off to.
Just let them be themselves for once.
Just let them enjoy their achievements the way they are.
Just be content and let us be content
with ourselves.
Not our success.
Not our achievements.
Cabbage Wabbage
I am oficially crazy
or bound to be crazy...
April.
4 recitals back to back.
And a competition.
And an audition.
Someone, tell me how I can stay sane and healthy in a month such as this coming April.
Oh, I guess it is spring.
How can I forget such an exciting season?
And I am also graduating!
Omg...! I am graduating in 3 months. Unbelievable.
WHOA!!!!
Cabbage Wabbage
April.
4 recitals back to back.
And a competition.
And an audition.
Someone, tell me how I can stay sane and healthy in a month such as this coming April.
Oh, I guess it is spring.
How can I forget such an exciting season?
And I am also graduating!
Omg...! I am graduating in 3 months. Unbelievable.
WHOA!!!!
Cabbage Wabbage
Tuesday, February 3, 2009
Internally, this is how my day went
Tired...so tired.
It could be the weather.
It could be me worrying too much.
It could be my hormones.
It could be my body crying from the excessive supply of caffeine.
I...might be getting sick.
Today's just one of those days.
You really really are trying hard to listen to the professor.
But for some reason, the white board behind him seems a lil more interesting.
You can't seem to understand a word you're studying.
Each page takes you at least 10 minutes to complete. Reading a sentence repetitively. over and over and over....
and still not understanding a word you read.
Sigh...
Yeah! That's a great word for today.
Sigh. A pointless one.
a dumb, empty, pointless sigh.
That's what this is about.
Thank you for your time. =)
Cabbage Wabbage
It could be the weather.
It could be me worrying too much.
It could be my hormones.
It could be my body crying from the excessive supply of caffeine.
I...might be getting sick.
Today's just one of those days.
You really really are trying hard to listen to the professor.
But for some reason, the white board behind him seems a lil more interesting.
You can't seem to understand a word you're studying.
Each page takes you at least 10 minutes to complete. Reading a sentence repetitively. over and over and over....
and still not understanding a word you read.
Sigh...
Yeah! That's a great word for today.
Sigh. A pointless one.
a dumb, empty, pointless sigh.
That's what this is about.
Thank you for your time. =)
Cabbage Wabbage
Just Another Day
Today.
Six o'clock, I woke up--intended to walk to the gym, but found out that it was below freezing out. So decided to stay under the covers till 8.
At eight, finally got my ass out. Walked to bathroom. Showered. Felt kinda bad for not going to the gym. Oh well, I'll work out tonight.
8:30, made myself a bowl of coco malt-o-meal. Delicshhhh.
Sent out invitations to an opera workshop event on facebook.
9:00 started studying for Safety Ed Quiz.
9:20 ran to get coffee at Christensen Center.
9:40 quiz.
10:30 done with quiz, began studying for Intro to Theater
1:30 Quizzed and heard an awesome quest speaker talking about his wonderful experience as an actor.
2:45 done with class. Began to practice the piano
4:00 Piano lesson
5:15 done with lesson, walked back to Luther Hall and made my boyfriend and myself sandwiches
6:15 checked e-mail. responded emails.
Now: typing in my blog about another ordinary day of mine.
Cabbage Wabbage
Six o'clock, I woke up--intended to walk to the gym, but found out that it was below freezing out. So decided to stay under the covers till 8.
At eight, finally got my ass out. Walked to bathroom. Showered. Felt kinda bad for not going to the gym. Oh well, I'll work out tonight.
8:30, made myself a bowl of coco malt-o-meal. Delicshhhh.
Sent out invitations to an opera workshop event on facebook.
9:00 started studying for Safety Ed Quiz.
9:20 ran to get coffee at Christensen Center.
9:40 quiz.
10:30 done with quiz, began studying for Intro to Theater
1:30 Quizzed and heard an awesome quest speaker talking about his wonderful experience as an actor.
2:45 done with class. Began to practice the piano
4:00 Piano lesson
5:15 done with lesson, walked back to Luther Hall and made my boyfriend and myself sandwiches
6:15 checked e-mail. responded emails.
Now: typing in my blog about another ordinary day of mine.
Cabbage Wabbage
Monday, February 2, 2009
Pooped From Work
So, I've caught myself being annoyed at a couple things in the coffee shop today.
1. Really arrogant customers
2. Customers that try to correct me while I'm making the drink
"I said skim! Was that skim? Why do I see a blue cap? Wait...oh. sorry. "
Yea screw you bitch! Let me make my drinks in peace! Looking at me with those eyes. Just cause I'm serving you doesn't mean that you have the right to treat me like a piece of shit.
Seriously, some people's kid...
Moral of the story: Be kind to one another. Please. No one is "better" than the other. We are all living in the same world. And we are all of the same kind. Human beings. And we all have our bad days and we all wish to be treated nice. You're not that special and you're not alone.
Cabbage Wabbage
1. Really arrogant customers
2. Customers that try to correct me while I'm making the drink
"I said skim! Was that skim? Why do I see a blue cap? Wait...oh. sorry. "
Yea screw you bitch! Let me make my drinks in peace! Looking at me with those eyes. Just cause I'm serving you doesn't mean that you have the right to treat me like a piece of shit.
Seriously, some people's kid...
Moral of the story: Be kind to one another. Please. No one is "better" than the other. We are all living in the same world. And we are all of the same kind. Human beings. And we all have our bad days and we all wish to be treated nice. You're not that special and you're not alone.
Cabbage Wabbage
Eleutheria
The production was great. The play wright was definitely not my favorite. Too much whining and questioning.
Sometimes, what you have to do is not be like one of Samuel Beckett's characters and be more practical.
Let's not just sit and whine about questions that can never be answered in life.
Sometimes, you really just gotta get up and do shit. Even if you think it might just mean shit, you just gotta do it.
Life is not meant to be figured out right away.
You learn and let the process happen.
Props to the great acting. I am so impressed by the ownerships that the actors have in their stylized acting. Really great job!
It's too bad that I have to write a 3 page paper on this play. Well, I must retrieve now. I have two quizzes tomorrow and 2 chapters to catch up with.
Peace,
Cabbage Wabbage
Sometimes, what you have to do is not be like one of Samuel Beckett's characters and be more practical.
Let's not just sit and whine about questions that can never be answered in life.
Sometimes, you really just gotta get up and do shit. Even if you think it might just mean shit, you just gotta do it.
Life is not meant to be figured out right away.
You learn and let the process happen.
Props to the great acting. I am so impressed by the ownerships that the actors have in their stylized acting. Really great job!
It's too bad that I have to write a 3 page paper on this play. Well, I must retrieve now. I have two quizzes tomorrow and 2 chapters to catch up with.
Peace,
Cabbage Wabbage
I'm Missin Home
So I was on facebook, and caught a glimpse of a few pictures of my Malaysian friends. I guess one of them recently got married and it was almost like a reunion during their wedding.
I'm so jealous that most of them get to be there to witness the wedding ceremony.
Anyways, I am dead serious. Once I get a job and paid for my great singing, the first I'll be doing is fly home and visit my family and friends.
Sometimes it gets kinda tiring living at a place that you see as a "temporary" home.
It's a great day guys. I learned a new quote today.
It goes like this, "Life without labor is guilt, labor without art is brutality." -John Ruskin
So, put all the passion you have in all you do. And for God's sake, do something that you're passionate about!
Cabbage Wabbage
I'm so jealous that most of them get to be there to witness the wedding ceremony.
Anyways, I am dead serious. Once I get a job and paid for my great singing, the first I'll be doing is fly home and visit my family and friends.
Sometimes it gets kinda tiring living at a place that you see as a "temporary" home.
It's a great day guys. I learned a new quote today.
It goes like this, "Life without labor is guilt, labor without art is brutality." -John Ruskin
So, put all the passion you have in all you do. And for God's sake, do something that you're passionate about!
Cabbage Wabbage
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