I just took my last test.
Hmm...am I qualified to graduate with a Bachelor's diploma from the music department?
Let's hope so. It would suck to fail your very last music test on the very last day of school. lol
Anyways, yes jie! you're right.
When I grow up, I do wanna be a child! =)
Have you watch the movie of Benjamin Button? It kinda contradicts that thought.
Makes you wonder if you really wanna become a child again when you grow old.
So, guess what? My dad's arriving tomorrow!! I get to finally see my dad again.
yay!
And he's gonna hear me sing for the first time. Ain't that cool? I'm singing my Poison Aria from Gounod's Romeo and Juliette.
Let's hope he'll like it and applause. Otherwise, I might have to end up drinking the potion.
NAH! Joshin!
I'm sure you're all wondering how it feels to finally graduate huh?
Well, it feels awesome.
But I'm not quite sure how a graduate would feel post graduation.
I'll let you know as soon as I find out.
love,
Evelyn Tsen
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Finding Words
As I sit here listening to Ben Folds' "Still Fighting It"
I'm trying to find words to describe what it is I'm actually feeling.
It's a cocktail of liberation and constipation.
All in a cup.
It's interesting how I'm currently listening to BenFolds.
Brought me back memories from freshman year.
Where everything Tyla and I listened to was Ben Folds.
I wish my entire college life was somehow video taped.
So I can rewind.
Go back in time and I don't know...
I guess there are so many things about college that I wish to remember more often.
And forget all at the same time.
Must grow up now.
Can't sit around.
Must deal with life like an adult.
And why the hell am I being so overwhelmed?
I have been doing this for the past 4 years.
I have been taking care of myself.
I know this...
...RIGHT! lol
OHH!! ben folds' soooo right.
Everybody knows, it does SUCK to grow up.
It hurts.
Cabbage Wabbage
I'm trying to find words to describe what it is I'm actually feeling.
It's a cocktail of liberation and constipation.
All in a cup.
It's interesting how I'm currently listening to BenFolds.
Brought me back memories from freshman year.
Where everything Tyla and I listened to was Ben Folds.
I wish my entire college life was somehow video taped.
So I can rewind.
Go back in time and I don't know...
I guess there are so many things about college that I wish to remember more often.
And forget all at the same time.
Must grow up now.
Can't sit around.
Must deal with life like an adult.
And why the hell am I being so overwhelmed?
I have been doing this for the past 4 years.
I have been taking care of myself.
I know this...
...RIGHT! lol
OHH!! ben folds' soooo right.
Everybody knows, it does SUCK to grow up.
It hurts.
Cabbage Wabbage
Done with School?
I just completed my very last final yesterday.
It's weird to be done.
Do I really have the freedom to do what I like to do?
Can I finally do what I want to do to make this world a better place?
To actually be "productive"?
It's so weird to think that I've been here for four years, and I can finally leave and be my own.
No more dumb academic grading system.
No more stupid student worker jobs.
No more homework from dumb classes that I could careless about.
No more dealing with new roommates from small towns.
No more dealing with professors.
No more professors.
No more spending money on extremely useless but expensive textbooks.
No more maroon and white.
No more Res Life.
No more tuition fees.
No more coffee shop.
No more practice rooms.
No more knowing everyone around you.
No more college.
All of the sudden I feel...
overwhelmed.
Like I'm gonna throw up....
Cabbage Wabbage
It's weird to be done.
Do I really have the freedom to do what I like to do?
Can I finally do what I want to do to make this world a better place?
To actually be "productive"?
It's so weird to think that I've been here for four years, and I can finally leave and be my own.
No more dumb academic grading system.
No more stupid student worker jobs.
No more homework from dumb classes that I could careless about.
No more dealing with new roommates from small towns.
No more dealing with professors.
No more professors.
No more spending money on extremely useless but expensive textbooks.
No more maroon and white.
No more Res Life.
No more tuition fees.
No more coffee shop.
No more practice rooms.
No more knowing everyone around you.
No more college.
All of the sudden I feel...
overwhelmed.
Like I'm gonna throw up....
Cabbage Wabbage
Sunday, April 26, 2009
My Previous Posts
The words I use in this blog are all in the moment.
Sometimes, I don't even think about what I am or will be typing.
I just type and I do it as a paying job as well as for leisure.
So I must apologize before college ends for some inappropriate things that I shouldn't have exposed or worded in public.
And sure you can make assumptions of who I am since more than half the things I type in here are assumptions anyway.
However, if I did say certain things that you know for sure are false or offensive, I do wish to be called out.
I have always been one who makes wrong assumptions. So, I really don't mind being called out and corrected.
Just so you know ;)
Cabbage Wabbage
Sometimes, I don't even think about what I am or will be typing.
I just type and I do it as a paying job as well as for leisure.
So I must apologize before college ends for some inappropriate things that I shouldn't have exposed or worded in public.
And sure you can make assumptions of who I am since more than half the things I type in here are assumptions anyway.
However, if I did say certain things that you know for sure are false or offensive, I do wish to be called out.
I have always been one who makes wrong assumptions. So, I really don't mind being called out and corrected.
Just so you know ;)
Cabbage Wabbage
Final Sunday in Augsburg College
Today's schedule:
Solo at United Methodist Church
Grocery shopping
Study for Music Business final
Honors Banquet
Homemade meeting
Yay!
Cabbage Wabbage
Solo at United Methodist Church
Grocery shopping
Study for Music Business final
Honors Banquet
Homemade meeting
Yay!
Cabbage Wabbage
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Realizations
I've come to realize that my voice tells me more than I thought it was capable of.
It sounds crazy but I really do think that to become a classical musician, you must say "I do" to your instrument.
Your voice becomes your top priority once you respond to its calling.
As my teacher once taught me, it is a very jealous master.
In order to perform it in its most stunning being, it requires your utmost attention.
Be a servant to the voice, but never a slave.
Isn't it interesting? And people wonder why classical musicians deserve to be paid hundreds of thousands of dollars.
We shed blood each time we perform. We give away a part of ourselves.
I don't know if I can represent all the musicians out there. But I know that each time I perform, I want the listeners to love the piece as much as I do.
Each time perform, I want listeners to enter the realm where I live.
Each time I sing, I want them to remember the life beyond what we can see and touch.
I want them to hear, to feel, to smell the piece the way I do.
Yea...I know. We're all crazy people. I rather not spend time on this blog trying to justify my insanity.
So, good bye for now.
Cabbage Wabbage
It sounds crazy but I really do think that to become a classical musician, you must say "I do" to your instrument.
Your voice becomes your top priority once you respond to its calling.
As my teacher once taught me, it is a very jealous master.
In order to perform it in its most stunning being, it requires your utmost attention.
Be a servant to the voice, but never a slave.
Isn't it interesting? And people wonder why classical musicians deserve to be paid hundreds of thousands of dollars.
We shed blood each time we perform. We give away a part of ourselves.
I don't know if I can represent all the musicians out there. But I know that each time I perform, I want the listeners to love the piece as much as I do.
Each time perform, I want listeners to enter the realm where I live.
Each time I sing, I want them to remember the life beyond what we can see and touch.
I want them to hear, to feel, to smell the piece the way I do.
Yea...I know. We're all crazy people. I rather not spend time on this blog trying to justify my insanity.
So, good bye for now.
Cabbage Wabbage
New Pieces
Now that I'm done with my performances for this year, I'm starting to look for new pieces.
Potential pieces for Met auditions, Schubert Club, and recording...
What am I suppose to look for when I choose my repertoire in the upcoming year?
1. Potential debut role
2. It must fit where my voice wants to go
3. Cannot be bigger than what I can do for now
4. The characteristics has to have some similarities to my personality
Cabbage Wabbage
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