Weeks and weeks of practicing...and it all crashes in one day. As I practiced singing, I was expecting to lose my voice sooner or later because of how much I strained and pushed it. That's what happened last time I started taking lessons and practiced. What's upsetting is that I did not lose my voice this time from practicing too hard. I went to an amusement park and screamed so much on the rollercoaster that my voiced completely broke. Now, I can't even speak.
Man!!... and I was improving too! I had finally started to singing higher notes from the lungs rather than through my nose. I don't know if that's the right way to say it, but that is what it feels like. I heard this song, "Shadows of the Night", sung by Ashley Tisdale. The lyrics are pretty pathetic and shallow, but I love the music. The chorus is on a pretty high scale (for me atleast) but I was able to reach them! I was jumping up and down in delight all around the kitchen instead of washing dishes like I was supposed to. I wonder how long it will take me to fix my voice and reach that again.
Ammu and Abbu told me to chew on adda, but since Apu doesn't keep any at home, I mixed some adda paste and honey together and ate that. It better work, because it was disgusting to eat...
I'd rather have the tulsi patha stuff my mom makes. I used to pretend that we were some secret descendents of ancient medicine men and magic workers...making these different healing herbal potions.
At the amusement park, there was one ride I particularly wanted to ride on, but the line was so long, I had to wait about an hour to get on the ride. Apu and them weren't willing to wait that long so I offered to go on alone. In front of me was a family engrossed in themselves, and behind me was a young couple, probably younger than me, practically making out right there in the line. It was killing me! I was completely disgusted! If people need to eat each other's faces, they should do so in private. Fortunately, both the people in front and behind me lost patience and left. I ended up standing right behind a group of three very nice black girls and asked if I could ride with them. We talked and exchanged names. They are all younger than me. The eldest was 16. It was nice listening to them talk and laughing at their jokes and games. I began to stop feeling sorry for myself.
Wawa Ji (and Serenoli, if it's possible), I do hope you come to America some time soon. It would be sooooooo much fun to take you guys to one of these amusement parks!
It would make everything worthwhile.
By the way, Angel of Music is a song from the Phantom of the Opera. I adore that song. Such lovely harmony....
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ada and honey together ... never heard of that... try honey only first thing in the morning... and try to buy ada from a store and have it with tea and emnai chabai khao...our family also went to the same school of herbal magic!
lol... umm YAY!!!!!!!!!!! silver you can sing high notes... keep praticing :D and iwould love to hear this song "angel of music" with you if i ever come to america :)
Hey Silvie!
Hehe, so you finally got what I was trying to tell you about high notes that time you sent me that song you recorded... I think the official terms are chest voice and head voice or something of that kind. Someday, please, please, be a darling, go to a room where they won't mind if you make some noise, and sing me a song with your chest voice! I think it would be something amazing...
BTW, Love Angel of Music.
Who knows what the future holds? I may yet cause you to break your voice again when we go on the rollercoaster together, eh?
Lucky I'm having fun in Singapore, or I would have roasted you for
a) going and having rollicking fun at an amusement park WITHOUT ME
and then b) whining about how you lost your voice while you were having aforementioned rollicking fun!
But as it is - :p Live and let live...
BTW, haha, it took me some time to realize by 'adda' u meant ginger, and not idle chatter....
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