I think it is a good time to blog about the past 70 days. Since I am tired, exhausted, spent… sick at home and need to rant.
“Singapore to exit acute phase of pandemic” – MOH
Life suddenly plunges back to normal. And OMG do I dislike normal…
Work from home is no longer the norm. The forgotten yet familiar stench of tired humans on commute launches its return assault like a persistent ghost, bestir nauseous memories as if they are worth remembering. Shoes permanently soak by daily torrents reminds of the miserable human condition: to suffer in silence with wet socks, wrinkled feet in cold damn damp office.
Office moves to Cecil Street.
CEO says designing and renovating your own office is the worst job ever because everyone has something to say and no one is truly happy with everything. Hence, like many shitty projects, it ends up on my plate, testament of his beliefs that I am blind + deaf to needs of the masses and the multitude of first world problems would likely prove entertaining to my practiced dispassion.
My undisturbed state of mind, to my surprise, is easily shaken by a small problem called Defects. Defects - something I could easily photoshop away during Covid, now, physically staring at me for a solution. Staff physically staring at me for a solution. Contractors physically staring at me for a solution. URGH…… Humans and problems, WALK AWAY…… I miss Covid already.
TwoSetViolin
What bizarre fate would drive me to click on a classical violin channel when everyone who knows me can attest 92.4 FM gives me a migraine.
Maybe Brett and Eddy (plus Uncle Roger) are too funny. Throw in Maxim Vengerov and I feel I should at least pay to watch such quality content. Soon my Spotify is taken over by Tchaikovsky, Bach and Vivaldi (no, no Spring)… Stostakovich too, but I risk streaming hot tears for no good reasons when his pieces come on. Especially awkward when I am in the train with strangers. More awkward when I realize nobody bothers to look in my direction as I demonstrate the delicate balance of angst, despair, fear of death and yet perhaps without the strength to live.
Inspired. Should I learn a musical instrument now? I pour my dilemma to M&M. My good old boy tries to give me clarity:
Yes. Win a LUCKY Ipad and $100000000000.
No. Falls down and minus S1.
Very helpful indeed, my son. Yes, a mind map helps. I start mine:
You ask, as a product of a Singaporean Chinese mother, how can I not have some music background? Yes, there you have it:
Me practicing the piano during my Primary school days. Check out my happy face, how much I love the piano. Passion without talent ends up in frustration. Not enough passion and no talent, why start?
Interestingly, Ling Ling* becomes my source of motivation for many other things. Just thinking of the many Ling Lings out there practicing, practicing, and practicing, I feel I am in no position to slack.
Let us all be sick
The number of trips to the doctors these few months is staggering.
Mr Morg, takes on the legacy of his father, bitten by an insect and warded. Check out their very similar hospital experience:
Every other week, my logistics go crazy fetching people to the docs. Convincing Mr Morg to return back to normal schedule after recovery is another level of work as he will spend his day sticking a thermometer in his mouth, collapsed in bed whining “I think I am too sick to go to school tomorrow”. While dealing with Morg’s lousy acting, there will be a Megan who is truly sick and myself who is falling sick.
What a tiring start to 2023… Hope things get better…
*Ling Ling is a fictional character created by Brett and Eddy, she can be described as a perfect prodigy violinist who defies known universal laws by practicing 40 hours a day. Ling Ling started learning the violin as a fetus and won international competitions at the age of 3. Aka, the bane of every musician, exist to make them feel simultaneously inspired and devastated.
