Not too sure why, but I got extremely worked up. It was during Toastmasters, and there was a conversation about how people who repeat module should basically, just quit school.
Of course I’m not saying this because I’m repeating a failed mod. But why do people not believe in second chances?
Obviously the person would already know he shouldn’t fail or repeat the module.
It only stirred the angst within me, but of course I kept my calm.
Such a cool headed guy now..
It made me remember the days where in secondary school days. I got called up to the disciplinary office. But I won’t regret that… perhaps my approach could be more well tempered? But my friend was getting bullied right before my eyes. No go, no go.
But anyway, week 2, and already for tutorial today I was 10 minutes late. And the tutor very intelligently set the test at the start of the tutorial. Yep, every tutorial I go to has a mini quiz. *claps claps* so I was left with half the time remaining. Mad rush.
And goodness gracious, me and Hemang were like shocked because.. Our tutor doesn’t button his pants. He’s relying on the belt to hold it together. My goodness, no words can explain this…
Probably not looking forward to next week onwards. Start of Design and Innovation Project. The mad rush to innovate and create some product. Such an intense module but, only 2 AU?
the rants can just keep going la hor…
trip down memory lane;..
Listened to this as I remembered how this first song affected me so much (of course the other songs on the erhu playlist, I slowly got to learn them as well. Shall have a post for each song I learnt)
My conductor first introduced this song to me, asking me to perform it solo. Beautiful, beautiful song. Amazing, considering some of the other players came into the school via direct school admission, which meant they were better. But he chose me.
On performance day, I did what I was doing. Feeling the song as each vibrato, each bow direction change brought a new line to a story. My conductor said I brought tears to people’s eyes! Truth was, I was almost in tears myself #damnson. My affiliation with this instrument, I guess we’re the same.
We’re simple, not very complicated. We play happy songs, sad songs, almost every emotion. But the most raw form of our sounds, our minds, just like the echoing of the erhu in the silent theatre. Laid bare, it’s empty.
An empty heart.
It was an amazing CO experience in JC. It was only the end of my term when I realised what my conductor was feeling when he told me, well done.
He placed faith in me, amongst other much better players. It isn’t about the skill after all, it is about the feel, the effort to 100% put into learning the song, and perfecting it.
That’s why even though being a sectional leader in JC was looked upon others as a downgrade compared to my vice president days in secondary school chinese orchestra, musically it was something new altogether. I’m glad the faith I placed in my section mates and hearing them from 0, knowing nothing at all, to playing together with me on the same song, enjoying the music.
Faith does pay off.
pretty damn amazing how I’m tearing and reminiscing the past as I listened to this song.
Whatever. it’s 2;35am and I’m up. Time to sleep, brand new day awaits!