Frog in the well

Among the bunch of strangers that I somehow invited to my place,

1 of them was this beatboxer/singer from a popular (now defunct) aca pella group that I used to consider 'young punk' ('cos they are younger than me) but full of potential. The dude has just recently released an album that I don't even know about and making ripples overseas.

The other one is this aspiring (or maybe already aspired) singer who've done backups to pop concerts the likes of D. Tao. She's got a great voice - something that she gets alot I think.

Then there's this guy who was part of the group that came in second in the superband competition last year. Who turned out to be my rather metrosexual primary school classmate eons ago. And I didn't even know he was on TV for such a prolonged period of time! Not that I'd have recognised him with his pseudonym and boyband makeover. He's now a full time dance instructor.

And then of course, there's Serene. My hostilite partner in crime. (fyi if you're reading this, Resonance suck big time this year. They're in deep shit if you ask me (but of course, you didn't). Even other hall aca sounded better. I think your batch of singers were the strongest!)

It is an honour playing host to this eclectic mix. So many talents, bordering on success, gathered together. Me excluded. Sure, I can hold my own with them; the only thing that separates me is that they dared to dream while I'm still dreaming.

Labels: Whine

Life's lessons from a non-sentient being

After surviving for close to 3 weeks without my computer, it is finally reparied. Well, almost. It was 'almost' repaired for about a week now, but somehow just lacked the final touches to make it functional. Through the course of the 3 weeks, other than aging alot, I realised:

1) A short circuit is a dangerous thing. At last count, it fried my motherboard, CPU, RAM (of all things! This piece of stick comes with a lifetime warranty! And it's dead!), and IDE cable. Might as well buy a new one is what everyone's been telling me. Luckily it happened within warranty for some of the most expensive parts, so in some sense I am getting a new computer.

2) Built in shelf life. My original IDE cable from the previous Pentium II (or I) incarnation is in working condition. Can't say the same for the other two that I've bought and killed. It's ridiculous when one of them is actually less than a week old.

3) Fixation is a terrible syllogistic fallacy. Textbook examples like to isolate cases to make explanations easier to understand. Hence when everyone says the problem is with my motherboard, I thought it was only the motherboard. When i got a replacement motherboard and it couldn't work, then it must be the CPU's fault and nothing else. Then the RAM. Only. Then the HDD. It was only out of sheer boredom and exasperation that I fiddled with the IDE cables again before I could finally see the stupid red green blue yellow tiles.

I feel like the lousy chess player that I always am that couldn't see beyond the 2nd step. And all my problems were compounded because I couldn't see far enough, or realise how bad thingS and not thing happen.

And now that I'm one cable short, I have no CD-Drive, and hence can't back up my stuff. Throughout the ordeal, I realise how precious some of my songs are, seeing how they cannot be downloaded nor bought anywhere on the market anymore. But its pricelessness lie in the realm of the rhetoric, where I'd be crazy if I actually paid big bucks just to get the hard drive restored.

But life goes on. No time to mourn, and no time to rejoice, I plunged back into my essay.

Labels: FFT (Food for thought), Updates

Lost post

For all the 'we're out of beta!' exclamations, blogger still can't save half-written posts before logging users out after a limited time frame. Sucks.

TCALST,

Had a toothache.
Self-examination reveals a gaping hole, leading to the intermediate conclusion that my tooth filing fell out.
I was wrong.
The wisdom tooth was rotten to the core (explains the pain)
Got it extracted.

Understatement of the day from the dentist: "I know you haven't done this in a long time, so I'm going to tell you what to do" (post extraction instructions)

Word of the day: Dental Prophylaxis - which is really just a big word for having your teeth cleaned by dentists.

Trivia of the day: Listerine is useless. Quote: "Don't waste your money@

Interesting fact: Blood taste like phelgm and feels and looks like jello. You'd never know how much gel can pour out of that tiny hole. It's exasperating when you apply pressure on the gauze to induce the clot, only for the gauze to dislodge it the moment you change the gauze after half an hour and restart the process all over again. Then in a moment of defiance (and folly), I decided to just 'let nature take its own course' and before I know it, the whole side of my mouth was all phelgm-flavoured jelly.

I'm sleeping with the gauze tonight. The gauze is big. My jaw hurts from being constantly open. My lips are dry. Ouch. I wish I'd asked for my entitled MC for tomorrow, though I could never fathom why some people require 1 week's worth of MC. Maybe I'll find that out the hard way tomorrow. Ouch.

Labels: blogger sucks, Whine

Syllogism

I realise
P1: I'm at my most creative mood when I'm un-unhappy.
P2: I blog more when creative.
C: I blog more when I'm un-unhappy

Of course, it would be fallacious if one considers the act of inactivity to be a lack of jubilance, since the flip side of the argument has not really been established/declared yet.

*****

And so I survived a missed part-time job dateline, dead motherboard, faulty CPU chip, impending double-essay-whammy-doom, pharyngeal inflammation and ulcer, intermitten toothaches and the concert's finally over.

Was caught in two minds whether to cry or not when singing the encore piece before finally decided to do the manly thing. Can't really say whether rejecting doing the solo pieces was a good move or not, since public feedback about the current soloist wasn't very positive - I wouldn't know if I'd have been able to make the difference, given the acoustics and my vocal condition.

Nonetheless, results of the concert were generally satisfying. I can't reiterate enough how much the choir has grown, and how proud I am to be part of its progress. However, I can't help feeling that I've overstayed myself here, and I suppose it's really time to move on.

Like parents clinging on to their sons, or emperors hanging on to power, it does take loads of courage to walk away in order for something you hang on dearly to prosper and mature. I guess this is taking the first step. Where that leads me, I really don't know. It may be one full circle, or I may just be walking on the spot. Who knows?

Labels: Whine