| | 8/2
The Greatest Concert of All
Too busy to update my xanga recently with my forever increasing workload. A person I'm presenting, Wenyu Shen, one of the finest pianist in the world, probably my wannabee. Went to his concert with a ticket sold at $200. I think it is worth at least tribly more. I realized most songs he played were played by Lang Lang and Yundi Li before, completely beautiful and passionate and incredibly accurate, especially Scherzo No.2 in B-flat minor, Op 31 by Chopin and once played by Yundi Li, Hungarian Rhapsody No.2 in C-sharp minor by Liszt, once played by Lang Lang and generally referred to as the hardest song ever, Reminiscences of Don Juan by Liszt, the song Lang Lang rose to fame with, and La Companella by Liszt, played by Lang Lang in the MV making of "我不會唱歌" .
I'd say without reservation, I'm entirely rocked by his talent, which is made more significant at his young age of eighteen, he's likely to overtake Yundi Li when he's twenty-four. After the concert, I got four autographs, had a little conversation and shook hands with him. He still acted like a small potato. One of these days you all gonna hear of his name.
12/2
The goddamn 10km Fund Run
Lay down at two, fell asleep at four and woke up at quarter to five this morning. The traffic was light with all vehicles travelling in the same direction towards Tsim Sha Tsui. Guess who I came across there? Cameron...long time no see! He stood puzzled and helpless, didn't know where to hand over his bag. So was I. Fortunately my jersey, with the badge of my school, grasped attention and someone pointed us the way. Actually it was for DBS boys only and he placed his bag with mine in a large purple plastic bag provided on compulsory basis. Had it not been for me, he would have had to run the whole race carrying his bag along.
After some photo-takings, my mates and I got to the route and waited for the countdown, very much excited under the hyper atmosphere and cheerings. A loud bang set off odyseey. We adopted a wrong strategy, accelerating too much at the beginning. Soon we were already panting. I realized what I said about Outward Bound and stuff suchlike, straining my endurance to the ultimate limit, is sheer bullshit. I saw people ahead of me at the horizon of my eyesight and I wished I had been there. When I reached there at last, I saw people far ahead of me and I wished again, looping a seemingly endless cycle.
At the end of the tunnel I was moaning and gasping and slowed down, watching others overtake me. I finally experienced anerobic respiration fully and felt the lactic acid accumulating in my calves. I got lost with my mates, my ultimate spiritual pillars. I risked collapsing and finally stoped aside. I stopped few times throughout the race. A "1 km to go" sign was hoisted near the destination and it was supremely invigorating. After I've run some 1 km later, I saw another. I was doomed.
After what seemed like eternity, I made it to the destination. I felt good walking more slowly than ever with loads of people around, panting, drinking water and eating bananas and chocolates. It was a miracle that I finished the race, the greatest of all achievements in my life, sports, music and academic studies alike. Once is enough for a lifetime. I found myself doing quite well amongst my schoolmates, finishing in 58 minutes. Cameron was already waiting for me. He sucks!! 40 something minutes, completely morbid and inhuman.
Last but not least, I'm never gonna join this morbid 10km Fund Run again. Here's a sincere remark for those who want to join it next year ~ don't get killed.
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