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This is a tribute to the loves of my life: books, classical music, and my father.

Things I like...
Books

I really enjoy books--from the crisp, fresh paper scent of new books to the dog-eared, musty smell of old books. I enjoy the satisfaction in holding a physical object, even though that also translates to back-breaking experiences to and fro libraries on public transits. Visually, I think books are the best decorations for any living space (aside from the piano that is...).

Here is a list of books I have read since 1997.

Classical Music

I cannot remember a time when music is not somewhere near. I started piano lessons when I was very young, and eventually, ended with a Licentiate Performer Certificate for Pianoforte from the Trinity College of Music, London, England. I have to admit I enjoy playing much more than listening to music--and I am always looking for people to play ensemble!

I don't really have a favourite composer. I tend to like the French (Poulenc, Ravel, Debussy and Faure), the Russians (Prokofiev, Rachmaninoff, Tchaikovsky), and of course, J. S. Bach. Here are some of my favourite pieces:

  • Bach, J.S.: Cello Suite No. 1 in G major, BWV 1007
  • Falla: Nights in the Gardens of Spain
  • Faure: Romance for violin and piano in B-flat major, Op. 28
  • Faure: Requiem, Op. 48
  • Mozart: Requiem
  • Mozart: Sinfonia Concertante in E-flat major, K. 364, II. Andante
  • Prokofiev: Romeo and Juliet Ballet, Op. 64
  • Ravel: Concerto for piano in G major (1931), II: Adagio assai
  • Sibelius: Symphony No. 5 in E-flat major, Op. 8
In Loving Memory...
my father and I  picture
        What though the radiance which was once so bright
        Be now for ever taken from my sight, 
        
        Though nothing can bring back the hour 
        Of splendour in the grass, of glory in the flower; 

        We will grieve not, rather find 
        Strength in what remains behind; 
        In the primal sympathy 
        Which having been must ever be; 
        In the soothing thoughts that spring 
        Out of human suffering;
        In the faith that looks through death, 

        In years that bring the philosophic mind.