Delayed, but here it is…

Yesterday’s Happiments:

1. Chosen healthier meals for whole day: 2 Subway sandwiches (only!) + 1 home-brewed latte + lots of juice + tiny chicken pie
2. Braving the storm and traffic positively through K-Pop and Gaga
3. 5 canceled lessons (2 sick, 1 no transport, 2 orientation session) turned out to be major Me-Time
4. Final lap of the flu + sore throat race (I can see the finishing line…)
5. Editing yet another video and publishing it online – I’m one step closer to being an iMovie demigoddess.

Any ideas/recommendations of good podcasts? Like one of those Yoga At Home kinds?

Published in: on May 21, 2011 at 3:39 pm  Leave a Comment  


Alright… I’ve downloaded the wordpress app for my iPhone & will try to stick to a regular schedule.

I recently came across a pile of Mom’s old Gratitude Journals – a nifty way for writers like her creative self to express the best outlook on life before one closes their eyes each night.

She either picked this up from Oprah or Elisabeth Kubler Ross… But I’m gonna give this a try. Carpe diem, right?

5 things I’m grateful for today:

1. A wonderful boyfriend who cooks a meat-free, high fibre healthy meal for a pretty sick me… while he’s on a 21-day Master Cleanse (ie. Lemon, water, maple syrup & cyan pepper ONLY). Imagine the discipline!

2. Watching a classical concert on DVD while snuggled on couch.

3. A supportive mentor / friend / inspiration.

4. A backbone.

5. “I love you. Don’t forget that.”

What’s your happiments today?


Published in: on May 17, 2011 at 5:02 am  Comments (2)  

Being a responsible member of society

I had all the resolution in the world last night to wake up at 7am today for a nice jog around the secured gated community I’m living in. You know, burning the holiday calories.

Well, thank goodness it rained because I didn’t feel like unravelling myself from the thick covers.


As I’m sitting here waiting for the coffee to kick in, I scanned my iCal – mentally patted my back for compiling all my work commitments in there, but sighing at the massive amount of stuff. Trying to channel the Oprah-positivity, I told myself to stay inspired.

And I realized I dress better when I’m unwell.

And so, I will make a vow to present myself tastefully (and have fun going through the wardrobe daily, even if it means waking up earlier) so that I am not a hazard to society. The world has enough crappy people who spread their stress to any passersby.

And some morning music played by Kate to get my daily soundtrack in my head won’t hurt either.

Thank God it’s Thursday (who cares about Friday?).


The Musician

Published in: on January 6, 2011 at 1:57 pm  Comments (1)  

Coming soon…

…an introspective view of The Musician’s grueling 2009 & 2010.

This includes, but not limited to, various forms of discrimination, hypocrisy, courage under fire, triumphs, and firsts.

Stay tuned… while I try to migrate my work from my old MacBook (Ben, named after Britten) to my new MacBook Air (Kate, named after Moss… for purely simplistically aesthetic reasons)

Be-stressed, bothered, and bewildered

So I have this predicament.

Bitched if I do, and damned if I don’t. That kind.

I have new music to premiere in a few months. Music that will make or break me. Beautiful music that I could hear in my mind. All I have to do is notate it in the best possible arrangement. Music that I know I will be happy with.

But what if I am not happy with the group that I am commissioned to write for?

What if I can somehow foresee that some performers will not be able to deliver my music in the style requested?

I’m so f*cked. It’s a big deal for me.

I keep reminding myself that music is for the masses. Use my music as a contribution to society. Blah blah. I shouldn’t be so hard-up or selfish, even, to take it so personally. It’s just a bad debut performance of my music. As long as the performers enjoy delivering it, right?


I know I will eventually get to that state of mind. But right now, I still feel like I’m having my knickers in a knot over this issue.

Musicians were not born as sensible, logical, and practical beings. I have the license to be emotional and slightly manic. And show traits of obsessive compulsiveness.

Published in: on August 7, 2008 at 1:38 am  Leave a Comment  

My Turn

This blog is the brainchild of three then university students studying their individual passions of medicine and music. This blog is meant to be an outlet between friends with a similar stress level – just different passionate reasons.

The silence on this blog is a testament to the busy lives we lead chasing our dreams in real-time, dealing with consequences, and wondering sometimes why we chose to entertain our passion.

Especially on days like today.

Approximately fifteen minutes ago, I gave my student a verbal lashing.

(Oh, by the way I work full time now)

Yesterday she asked if her alto group could clock in earlier for sectionals before the rest of the choir turned up. That means an earlier morning for me. Now, a regular Tuesday doesn’t require me to start work til 11am to recover from a 14 hour teaching schedule the day before.

So I woke up this morning – the grandest time of 6.30am. And debated with myself. Is it worth the lack of sleep? I don’t have to do it if I didn’t want to. But I shouldn’t say no to a bunch of students who were willing to make the collective effort to improve.

Battled the early morning jam. Opened the doors of the academy. Waited.

70% of the group showed up at their stipulated time. Doing nothing. No thing. Head honcho showed up half an hour late. She went to pick up a fellow chorister whom she failed to inform of the earlier time. Failed to inform, ladies and gentlemen.

And that was why I let her have it.

Because it pisses me off when students take my kindness for granted and leaders do not take responsibility.

So now I sit here, venting. While the whole choir rehearses out in the main area. They need to learn a lesson in taking charge and running independent rehearsals. I am their choir coach and technically, I paid for the rental of this rehearsal venue, not them. So I call the shots.

If they do not appreciate my supporting them, I will take my passion elsewhere once the whole choir competitions are over.

I wish I were by the beach sipping a latte while snacking on calamari rings and chips.

Published in: on March 11, 2008 at 1:53 am  Leave a Comment