Into the West

I somehow feel afresh after a good nights rest. My previous nights have been filled with little rest and much of Lord of The Rings since the week started. The Young KL Singers debuted on one of Malaysia's most prestigious platform, along with the Malaysian Philharmonic Orchestra in A lovely hall in KLCC...

It was a great experience since not any Tom, Dick and Harry (unless you are Harry Connick Jr) who can carry a tune or two is allowed to stand on that stage and performed. Twas a lovely opportunity yet the musical score is one i have never encountered with countless transitions that got me counting on my very toes. Yet, as mum says, I have been complaining over and over this performance, ranting and squealing at the same time, I loved this performance. it brings out the better man in me as now I have seen more and learned more...

Enough of that sappy stuff... I am not going all philosophical and sentimental over my last days with the choir...

We have to now start on the topic of cute guys in the orchestra...
3 caught my eyes though there are more, i have to just talk about 3...

A violinist, a trumpeter and a percussionist...

All so cute yet, I found out that the violinist has a girlfriend since his violin case has a picture of a gurl...

Later, I saw the trumpeter's left hand shimmering and lo and behold, a band of gold on his fourth finger...

Lastly, my favourite, the only guy who wished me good morning on the first day I stepped into the hall, the percussionist who looked all so my type... Yet, he is, according to some hopefully unreliable sources, to be straight as well...
sobs...

And that triggered my PMSes again as I kinda feel a surge of loneliness... Seeing Aaron having a new gf is not helping with him texting her every moment of the day...
I suppose I am longing for my void to be filled...
and is wondering when his endless plea for a man would end...

ahhh... for those who couldn't make it for the performance though...
here is a song dedicated to you guys...

Lay down,
your sweet and weary head.
Night is falling.
You have come to journey’s end.

Sleep now, and dream
of the ones who came before.
They are calling,
from across a distant shore.

Why do you weep?
What are these tears upon your face?
Soon you will see.
All of your fears will pass away.
Safe in my arms,
you’re only sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.

And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
All souls pass.

Hope fades,
Into the world of night.
Through shadows falling,
Out of memory and time.

Don’t say,
We have come now to the end.
White shores are calling.
You and I will meet again.
And you’ll be here in my arms,
Just sleeping.

What can you see,
on the horizon?
Why do the white gulls call?
Across the sea,
a pale moon rises.
The ships have come,
to carry you home.

And all will turn,
to silver glass.
A light on the water.
Grey ships pass
Into the West.