Swansong

The short version of this would be: buy the tickets and hear me sing, possibly for the very last time.

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I'm almost quite sure this would be the last time I'd be singing with this choir. Maybe with any choir. Yes, I know I'd resolve to sing with the other choir once I'm gainfully employed, but that would be another 2 more years before I'm compelled by my own principles to do that.

Anyway. At a certain point of time, I've come to realise that I'm a CMI magnet (somehow); however wonderful my voice may sound, there'd always be this sore thumb every year that manage to negate whatever contributions I may have to the section musically. A different thumb each year too. And just when I thought it was safe this time round, there it is again! Like syphillis - it never really goes away.

So I conclude, spurious as it is, that it has got to be me. And as if to reinforce that fact, just when I've more or less decided to leave, in comes the new intake, like beautiful fingers waiting for a manicure.

Of course, this choir is nowhere near fantastic. Bordering on good and working towards greatness would be more politically correct. However, that is not to say that it's all bad. To euphemise, I dare say it IS the premium varsity choir in sunny island sillypore.

As for friends bugging me to initiate some kind of alumnus activity, I say our level of post-graduate involvement is an adequate reflection of out level of passion and commitment. Anybody can start something, but doing it right would involve ensuring its continuity somehow. While I'm happy scapgoating for all the inertia, I simply cannot envision the longevity of it all.

Remember the womens card advert that some local bank put out not so recently? To a certain extent, people "don't get it". Though personally, I don't get why I do what I do too. And at it for over a decade too. And when self doubt creeps in, maybe it's time to take a break and reflect on the 'what next'.

Some people like to go out with a bang. I suppose it's nice to fade into the background for once - just to know how it feels like - when it's been a fun ride all along.

Labels: Whine

Tipping Point

When subjected to a verbal contract, the relationship of friend, partner, or family ceases. I am now a client.

What is worse when the verbal contract has not been properly drafted, negotiation breaks down.
And everyone wants to get out of a bad deal.

As to what constitutes a bad deal, the mere thought of it gives it status.

Labels: FFT (Food for thought), Whine

Rhetoric

Which is the lesser evil, to force upon your children to live your dreams for you, or to deprive them of the opportunities to make the same mistakes as you?

Labels: FFT (Food for thought)

I'm guessing you can do that with other simple lockers, household locks, etc. Intriguing.

Labels: Sightings