The Rule of Love...

I will never get a girlfriend or wife, I guess...

A girl maybe love me but I can't love her...

Because,

When I loved her,

She would be in love with another man...

I guess this is rule...

Week 29, Tuesday...

Ponteng SEKOLAH...

Practiced Harmonica @ Somewhere in Klang...

-Solo Piece-

"Intermezzo Giocoso"-Rudolf Wurthner-

Wondering about...

Coach said,

"Doesn't mean you get the First Prize you will be recognized."

First Prize is just a bonus.

Somehow,

Can't accept what he said...

Then what's wrong with me?

If,

I am not too weak,

I didn't win a prize...

Why just no people want to talk to me?

Ya,

Got!

When they need help...

Emergency...

Maybe that's my function...

Handle emergency situation...

Or,

I don't have the skill of communicating?

WHAT'S WRONG?!?!

YER!

Week 28, Saturday...

The Rule of My Life...

Draft No.1

{(RESET) x (n-times) + [Lose(50%) or Win(50%)]) + Luck} = 0

It's balanced...

Week 28, The Friday...

It's just pain...

And I am again, caught in misery...

Can't understand why...

The one who lose should be me?

No luck should be me?

or...

I am not hardworking?

Maybe...

I done too much sins in my past...

Now it is the "pay-back" time...

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I respect people...

No matter how you do to me,

If I feel insulted,

I will take it as payback for my sins in past...

I will not angry with you...

I feel sorry for you...

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WHAT'S WRONG?!?!?!

YER!!

选择...

瓶子被装满了，就不能再装水 ；如果瓶子是空的，你就可以装水？

如果你选择好的开始，就没有机会进步？；如果你选择不好的开始，就还有得进步？

选择废材会变成天才？；选择天才会变成废材？

到底是什么问题？！？！？！

未来的武士...

（抽象）

未来，

武士已经找到了方法，

能够使用近身武器，

抵挡子弹的攻击...

枪

变成了废铁...

被,

武士抛弃...

Week 27, Tuesday...

(非常抽象）

孤独的战争...

一个人对垒一座城堡...

望后去，

是死去的家园...

一无所有...

却想不到，

城堡被自己一手攻下、毁了...

自己还活着...

全换不回，

国家，

无辜百姓，

爱人...

呐喊，

没人能听得见...

躺在爱人旁，

拔刀，

腹部而过...

倒下...

好舒服...

(非常抽象）

David Choi, That Girl Lyrics...

Oh, tonight I'm feeling fine

I'm alone, just wasting time

No Friday movie nights

Or romantic candle lights

I'm just having conversations

With the thoughts in my head

All I hear are angels crying

Oh, won't they just sing instead

It would be wrong for me to say

I don't need that girl by my side

I don't need that girl in my life

I don't want to talk it out

Or hold her when she cries

I don't want to say she's my kind

I don't want to say that she's mine

I don't want to tell her that

I love her more than life

More than life, Yeah

Love her more than life

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Honestly, this won't do

How is she doing?

I tell myself I'm feeling swell

But I know I'm such a fool

I could take it as a new beginning

But you know I don't feel that way

Who will take all this pain away?

I know it's wrong for me to say

I don't need that girl by my side

I don't need that girl in my life

I don't want to talk it out

Or hold her when she cries

I don't want to say she's my kind

I don't want to say that she's mine

I don't want to tell her that

I love her more than life

More than life, Yeah

Love her more than life

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Talk about a sin

Was the day I walked into the other side

I would run back in

I wouldn't waste no time

I know it's wrong for me to say

I don't need that girl by my side

I don't need that girl in my life

I don't want to talk it out

Or hold her when she cries

I don't want to say she's my kind

I don't want to say that she's mine

I don't want to tell her that

I love her more than life

More than life, Yeah

Love her more than life

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Chopin's words...

(Extracted from a book about what Fredric Chopin said...)

Kalkbrenner's method of playing from the wrist only is wrong. Forearm and upper arm should be used in addition to the wrist, hand and fingers.

Suppleness is of extreme importance. (During Chopin's first lessons with a pupil his most-used words were "Easily... easily.")

Do not use a flat hand. Ease of movement is impossible if the fingers are outstretched.

Kalkbrenner was also wrong in advising his pupils to read a newspaper while practicing technical exercises. No! said Chopin. Practicing demands intensity and concentration. It is not purely mechanical.

Avoid muscle fatigue. Chopin feared the abrutissement of his pupils--the stupor bought on by overpractice. He recommended no more than three hours daily.

The correct use of the pedal remains a study for life.

Concentrate on legato. Hear great singers(Pasta or Rubini).