Post F1

30th September 2009
Wednesday

F1 is over. It was a busy weekend, with long hours of labour and little time to rest. Still, the company that I found on the roofs of the sky suites were invaluable.

The sun bearing down harshly during setup; the hours of waiting before the first guests start arriving; the roar of the engines as the drivers control their machines from their cockpits.

All these would have been unbearable without the support of each barmen and barmaid at the Sky Terrace. It has been a enjoyable time, and I look forward to F1 2010. Hopefully the same crew will get together and work at Sky Terrace again.




It's been another dry spell on the trumpet for me again. Hopefully the spell will break and there will be progress.

"The tree that is not beaten by rain and baked by sun will never grow."
-Han Yong

This too, shall pass.

9th September 2009
Mittwoch
This too, shall pass.


Here is a story from Krissy's valedictory speech at TP's graduation ceremony 2009.


It was said that, in old Jerusalem, there was a king who had in his possession the most magnificent collection of precious jewels. Yet, he was unsatisfied, for he was told of the existence of a magical ring.

A ring with such power that it could take a happy man’s joy away;
A ring that could take a sad man’s sorrow away;
A ring that had the power to clear confused minds & bring light to a lost soul;
and this ring, had the power to truly deepen joy.

The king offered all his advisors a huge reward and sent them out to scour the world for the magic ring. Years passed and one by one, they came home empty-handed.

The king's humblest, most devoted servant was the last to give up. As he was trudging back to the palace to admit defeat, he made one last stop at a small dusty shop.

When he sadly told the proprietor what he had been seeking for so long, the old man smiled and said," I have the ring." Taking a little box down from a high shelf, he refused payment.

"Your King needs this," he said. "Take it as a gift."

The King tore open the box with trembling fingers. Inside was a plain metal ring! Was this the treasure that he had gone to for so much trouble?

Astonished and angry, the King was about to throw the box across the room when he noticed the Hebrew letters engraved on the ring. He looked more closely.

"Gam zeh ya-avor," it said. "This, too, shall pass."

The King wore the ring for the rest of his life. Whenever he was sad, or intoxicated, or joyful, he would read those words -- and it worked exactly as he had dreamt.

Crossing rivers

3rd September 2009
Donnerstag

There were three men standing in front of a river.

The first man swam across, and shouted back to the two men on the other bank. 'Come my friends, the grass here is greener than any blade of grass over on your side!'

Tempted by the first man, the second man leapt into the river and swam across. The two man then shouted back to the third man. 'Come my friend, the air here is fresh, more invigorating than any breath taken over on your side!'

Spurred on by his predecessors, the third man plunged into the river and drowned.


Maybe not everyone can achieve the same things.

Somehow, I feel like the drowning man.