I found my lost tickets! Yey. Thanks for the concern everyone, thanks to Johni for helping me locate the missing file, and to my dear Ma and Dad for sending me encouraging messages via SMS or email. Thanks too to those who just knew and trusted that I would find the tickets. Sometimes I worry too much and don't trust enough.
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Sometimes too I trust too much. I don't know whether this is just me being overacting and emo, but it sucks when one is disillusioned -- whether it's a belief in self, a belief in something or someone or a belief in those lofty intangibles like friendship and love and family.
It's pretty mundane, really, and it's not worth posting here. *Joseph thinks twice whether to mention it or not and decides he's saying it regardless* It's about hotel room assignment in the choir competition in Pattaya, Thailand in July. This morning, we had to choose our roommates as there would be four persons sharing a room.
I thought I had considered this small group of basses to be my good friends over the past year/s, and I had naturally thought I'd be sharing a room with them. After all, four is quite a big number and there's a lot of leeway.
Oh well, suffice it to say I have still yet to find my roommates.
Anybody from choir who reads this don't mention it to them basses OK.
Maybe it's a good thing too. It's time we all get disillusioned, really, to allow us to view reality in sharp detail. I'm not friendless anyway. Besides, why should I be surprised really? This has happened so many times to me before, even before Choir, even before Singapore.
Also, I've been too high-strung and irritable lately because of the work I have to do for my extra-curriculars and school, so maybe I haven't been much fun company, and yeah, sometimes I even feel I should detach myself from the world so I don't spread my misery.
Still I feel that, precisely because of the sorry state I'm in, that I need my friends the most. That's why I thoroughly appreciate my other friends now, and of course my family, even if you all are thousands of miles away.
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Financial mathematics has this ability to make me feel stupid. I'm making progress, yes, but Monday is nearing so quickly, I'm not sure I have enough energy and happy thoughts and brain reserves in my knapsack to keep me going.
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I met Sgt. Pepper today again. He was reaching for his back with his fingers.
"I'm massaging myself," he said. "Nobody would do it for me otherwise."
I offered him a bar of Cadbury chocolate (The Gift of Happiness, said the box of 8 bars), and some Ferrero Rocher. It was all good and yummy, until we ran out.
Lost
Sigh.
As Secretary of the Choir and Head of Marketing, I've been working my ass off spamming, faxing, calling churches, schools and companies to either buy tickets for the concert or
advertise in our concert booklet. (And as I've mentioned, this is taking its toll on my studies.)
Now guess what. I was looking for the tickets I took out and "sold" to friends (although I haven't physically given them the tix yet), and realized that the Freshmen Inauguration Ceremony file I have, the one I thought I placed the tickets in, is not mine after all. I swapped with this guy from tenor, based on some random sheets of paper slotted inside.
And it sucks even more because aside from my seven tickets, I also stored (plan was temporarily) Choir VP Aaron's five tickets there too.
So yes, my file is lost, the tickets are lost, and if I don't find them soon, I may have to pay
12 x $10.60 (early bird tix) = a lot of money I can't afford to stupidly lose. What's more, there are no more early bird tickets, so I'd have to rely on the good graces of those I sold the early bird tix so they'd be willing to pay the standard ticket price $13. (Don't worry, guys, I'll do my best to find the lost ones.)
Haaay. Ironic that I have to pay a fortune for this blunder after all the shit I've been doing to promote the concert.
God please tell me this is just one joke, and it's soon gonna be over. :(
As Secretary of the Choir and Head of Marketing, I've been working my ass off spamming, faxing, calling churches, schools and companies to either buy tickets for the concert or
advertise in our concert booklet. (And as I've mentioned, this is taking its toll on my studies.)
Now guess what. I was looking for the tickets I took out and "sold" to friends (although I haven't physically given them the tix yet), and realized that the Freshmen Inauguration Ceremony file I have, the one I thought I placed the tickets in, is not mine after all. I swapped with this guy from tenor, based on some random sheets of paper slotted inside.
And it sucks even more because aside from my seven tickets, I also stored (plan was temporarily) Choir VP Aaron's five tickets there too.
So yes, my file is lost, the tickets are lost, and if I don't find them soon, I may have to pay
12 x $10.60 (early bird tix) = a lot of money I can't afford to stupidly lose. What's more, there are no more early bird tickets, so I'd have to rely on the good graces of those I sold the early bird tix so they'd be willing to pay the standard ticket price $13. (Don't worry, guys, I'll do my best to find the lost ones.)
Haaay. Ironic that I have to pay a fortune for this blunder after all the shit I've been doing to promote the concert.
God please tell me this is just one joke, and it's soon gonna be over. :(
Send it up
I'm really at my wit's end right now, and I can't believe I'm still busy with Choir stuff when I really should be studying for my midterm tests next week.
It's just so draining sometimes and it's very tempting to give up. I also realized that the fate of my possible Honours Year next year depends largely on my performance in Monday's Financial Maths test, which constitutes 40% of the grade. I'm scared shit during tutorials, because a lot of the problems I cannot do, and the lecturer seems to assume that the students already know what he considers "straightforward" and "trivial" matters.
I sincerely pray that God will help me, and I be in the proper disposition to study and absorb the content of my lecture notes and tutorial sheets.
My parents have been urging me to drop my CCAs, but I counter that the extra-curricular work will be over soon, so I'm just hanging in there. This decision doesn't give me any more time to study though.
I know I should just send it all up -- offer these challenges to Him while doing my best to overcome the hurdles that come my way. And I think I'll do just that.
It's just so draining sometimes and it's very tempting to give up. I also realized that the fate of my possible Honours Year next year depends largely on my performance in Monday's Financial Maths test, which constitutes 40% of the grade. I'm scared shit during tutorials, because a lot of the problems I cannot do, and the lecturer seems to assume that the students already know what he considers "straightforward" and "trivial" matters.
I sincerely pray that God will help me, and I be in the proper disposition to study and absorb the content of my lecture notes and tutorial sheets.
My parents have been urging me to drop my CCAs, but I counter that the extra-curricular work will be over soon, so I'm just hanging in there. This decision doesn't give me any more time to study though.
I know I should just send it all up -- offer these challenges to Him while doing my best to overcome the hurdles that come my way. And I think I'll do just that.
Catching Up
Woohooo what do you know, a surprise post from me.
Wow it's been incredibly busy the past weeks and it's not gonna slow down anytime soon, but Jose's catching up baby. I've been overwhelmed the past few weeks -- overwhelmed with a lot of work, then overwhelmed with Nothing, which in turn led to a more thoroughly overwhelmed me most recently.
But I'm catching up soon you guys. I've done SO MUCH WORK for NUS Choir today I ought to get paid. Seriously. You know you're doing too much secretary work when the idea of an airconditioned office and cubicles and fax machines and PCs and swivel chairs on wheels suddenly seem a little bit more appealing to you. It's not a bad thing too, really.
Anyway the thing that's nagging me, really, is my collective schoolwork, which will take a more vicious and aggressive stance in the form of three midterm tests, beginning Monday. The scariest test is Financial Mathematics, and I have yet to gather enough intellectual weaponry to overcome it. But as I've said, I'm catching up. :)
I also wanna do some catch-up with people -- even my birthday greeters from two weeks back! Bad Joseph even missed to thank some of you. I will, I will. The friends who messaged me on Friendster or Multiply or via SMS or even in person, yes I'll catch up with you all. My family too, how're you all doing? :)
A lot has been happening, and I haven't even recounted what happened on my birthday yet. Anyway, I'm taking it in stride, I'm gaining little victories every day (however mundane), and it's gonna be all perfectly fine in two or three weeks' time.
I should be pissed really, for being swamped and sandwiched and trapped, but I'm making the rational choice to play Mr. Brightside. Maybe it's an Ash Wednesday thing -- I'm beginning to find joy in sacrifice.
Have a blessed Ash Wednesday to you all.
P.S.
Joseph was elected last week as Executive Editor for Features (encompassing Outspoken, Transmedia, and Lifestyle desks) of The Ridge. I assume the new position (from being Outspoken Editor) beginning next academic year. Haha, does that mean I have to do Honours Year now?
Wow it's been incredibly busy the past weeks and it's not gonna slow down anytime soon, but Jose's catching up baby. I've been overwhelmed the past few weeks -- overwhelmed with a lot of work, then overwhelmed with Nothing, which in turn led to a more thoroughly overwhelmed me most recently.
But I'm catching up soon you guys. I've done SO MUCH WORK for NUS Choir today I ought to get paid. Seriously. You know you're doing too much secretary work when the idea of an airconditioned office and cubicles and fax machines and PCs and swivel chairs on wheels suddenly seem a little bit more appealing to you. It's not a bad thing too, really.
Anyway the thing that's nagging me, really, is my collective schoolwork, which will take a more vicious and aggressive stance in the form of three midterm tests, beginning Monday. The scariest test is Financial Mathematics, and I have yet to gather enough intellectual weaponry to overcome it. But as I've said, I'm catching up. :)
I also wanna do some catch-up with people -- even my birthday greeters from two weeks back! Bad Joseph even missed to thank some of you. I will, I will. The friends who messaged me on Friendster or Multiply or via SMS or even in person, yes I'll catch up with you all. My family too, how're you all doing? :)
A lot has been happening, and I haven't even recounted what happened on my birthday yet. Anyway, I'm taking it in stride, I'm gaining little victories every day (however mundane), and it's gonna be all perfectly fine in two or three weeks' time.
I should be pissed really, for being swamped and sandwiched and trapped, but I'm making the rational choice to play Mr. Brightside. Maybe it's an Ash Wednesday thing -- I'm beginning to find joy in sacrifice.
Have a blessed Ash Wednesday to you all.
P.S.
Joseph was elected last week as Executive Editor for Features (encompassing Outspoken, Transmedia, and Lifestyle desks) of The Ridge. I assume the new position (from being Outspoken Editor) beginning next academic year. Haha, does that mean I have to do Honours Year now?
Not the Birthday Post
To paraphrase what I had mentioned many times before, the "eventfulness" of an event isn't measured by the presence or absence of blog entry to chronicle it, especially in this age when the great issues of the world can be given equal blog treatment as the mundane.
While I still believe that, I'm making an exception. I believe that one's birthday -- a person's own space and time of all the days of a year -- must be treated with enough attention and regard that it is rendered "blogworthy", even if it is mentioned only in passing.
That's why it saddens me that I haven't found the time to blog about my 21st birthday. It's a combination of fatigue, laziness, distraction, and just the good old CCA and School work that's been keeping me busy.
It was a happy day, though, February 8th. I thought it would rival last year as the worst birthday ever (OK that's slightly an exaggeration, but only slightly), and it did, for a while, until my friends and family came to save the day, in various methods of communicating their presence. I appreciate it all.
I'll write a proper blog entry for that day, it really depends, in large part, to The Ridge, NUS Choir, and Financial Mathematics and my five other modules.
While I still believe that, I'm making an exception. I believe that one's birthday -- a person's own space and time of all the days of a year -- must be treated with enough attention and regard that it is rendered "blogworthy", even if it is mentioned only in passing.
That's why it saddens me that I haven't found the time to blog about my 21st birthday. It's a combination of fatigue, laziness, distraction, and just the good old CCA and School work that's been keeping me busy.
It was a happy day, though, February 8th. I thought it would rival last year as the worst birthday ever (OK that's slightly an exaggeration, but only slightly), and it did, for a while, until my friends and family came to save the day, in various methods of communicating their presence. I appreciate it all.
I'll write a proper blog entry for that day, it really depends, in large part, to The Ridge, NUS Choir, and Financial Mathematics and my five other modules.
