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Date: Sunday, April 19, 2009
Time: 2:32 PM

Malaysia Philharmonic Orchestra

Music expresses that which cannot be not be said
and on which it is impossible to be silent.
- Victor Hugo

Yesterday was the most rushed day ever.

Went to some driving talk together with monwei on 7.30a.m.
It's friggin boring, expected though.

During amali talk, we followed this old uncle.

Others were talking about the car engines and stuff.
& this cute old uncle is talking to us about some life experiences in a very humorous way.

how interesting. ;)

Reached home on 4.30p.m.

Bathed, got changed & make up. By the time I am done, it's already 5.45p.m.
*gosh, I am already rushing like hell*

Thank you, nuffnang

Then, waited for monwei to get ready. Make sure that we both look presentable.
Mummy then fetched us to the KTM Station. Reached KL Sentral on 7.30p.m., we are supposed to collect of MPO tickets from the MPO box office by 8p.m. sharp. Realizing that we are already late, and will have no time for dinner, we went to Starbucks to grabbed a drink at KL Sentral. With our heels and drinks on our hand, we rushed to the train counter to get ourself a pair of tickets to KLCC.

& brilliantly, we were stopped by the guard, he said:" NO DRINKS ARE ALLOWED".

No choice, takkan I threw my drinks away. I only had a sip or two. =( I then simply went to a cafe nearby, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, poured off all the water inside, and filled it with my hot chocolate! Then, put the bottle inside monwei's beg.

My Spritzer Starbucks's hot chocolate.

Her Iced chocolate can be easily hide by putting it into the beg,
as it doesn't spills easily. yea. lucky ass.

By the time we reached KLCC, it's already 8p.m.
I got a little nervous, because we were already late.

& My mind stuck, I couldn't remember how to go to the MPO box office. I have no idea where the thought of MPO is at the convention center came from. But without the 2nd thought, together with monwei, we were running with our HEELS, all the way from KLCC to the convention center. Then monwei was like :" eh, tzia, I don't remember the MPO is held here. are you sure it's here?"

We then asked the clueless guard, and he directed us to the 3rd floor of the convention centre. Reached there, saw some events were held up there, asked the ushers, and we were told that the MPO box office is in the KLCC, not the Convention center.

How great.

Run all the way back to KLCC again. Hell, It's already 8.15p.m.
& I suddenly thought of
Salvatore Ferragamo, the last time when I came for the MPO with my classmates, we were lost too. & one of my classmates called the MPO box officer was told to find Salvatore Ferragamo, then we wil see the Box Office. So yea, quickly rushed there. & thanks God, we were on the correct path. Reached there on 8.20p.m., *you can imagine how fast we ranwalked, we don't want to miss any part of the concert.

Met Nicholas & the other bloggers there, got our tickets. ;)

Conductor Kees Bakels.

We sitted at the middle sits together with the other bloggers.
Happy enough, it's not the front row sits.

Unlike the previous time, I need spend most of the time with my head angled up to watch the concert, looking at the black shinny shoes of the musicians, shaking butt of the conductors, also, the facial expressions of the musicians sitted right in front of you. Yea, that is when I fall in love with the MPYO's cellist who sat right in front of me, wtf.

A brief image of how the concert look like to those that unable to attend.
not a very good photo though, because we are actually prohibited from taking photos. ;)

It was great! especially when monwei, the music psycho sitting besides me telling me when the transposition happens, when it got 5 chords higher, etc... I don't know how she did that, cause Hadyn's period have not much transposition, yet she is able to figure out the minor transposition of the play.

The conductor is Kees Bakels who at 1st begins his musical careers as a violinist, and now, he's one of the top conductor that conduct in an uniquely cute way. He brought out jokes which the blur me don't really get in the end of the orchestra, but yes, the hall is full of laughters. ;)

The perfomance is awesome, the concert master who plays the violin played really well.
I got really indulged in the whole play. I also learned that Hadyn's piece is quite expressive compare to the other classical music. I adore the sudden loud chords that appeared in the slow movement.

Great show, indeed.

And as usual, camwhore and group photos after the performance.
Blogger marr. lol.

the bloggers.

A photo with monwei that sat on my right and tianchad that sat on my left during the concert.
I did not joined the rest for supper.
monwei's parent fetched us home after that.

& my camera kept flashing in the car like nobody else business. ;)

had my hot chocolate in the car.
spot the hot chocolate stained on my mouth.

we somehow took a set of naturally light painted photos. *loves*

a photos of me with my hair let down. ;)

p/s - uhh, maths exam is on this saturday.
& the period pain in now killing me. =(

yours truly

Tzia Tzia a.k.a Cherlin.
Turns eighteen on this 4th of July.
An attest chocoloate indulger.
& a typical pink lover.
A certified romanticism, exceptionally dreamy and bubbly
Idolize Leah Dizon with an utmost hawt body, and Jaychou's fabulous songs.



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