coffee coffin

I think I'm being spoilt by my older students - I really can get used to the weekly Baileys-Coffee fix. It has this wonderful calming effect despite the weird caffeine-alcohol combo. And besides, they are making wonderful progress. I think it's because they actually want to learn. Both of them have accomplished in 7 weeks what my Grade 6 student is still trying to get around, but I attribute it to the 40+ years age gap between them and my other student.

Today I got a call from the conductor of the school two of my current students are in. When he introduced himself my heart skipped a beat and my first thoughts were,

"Did my students do something?!!"

One of them just got scolded last week for playing open strings instead of fingering a note for one second.

But thankfully they did nothing wrong; he was just looking for someone to teach his students from his orchestras.

"So are you free to take them? I have about 5 students from XX Girls School, and some from YY Institution. You have to go down to the school for a cursory interview and to sign the contract though; it's just a formality."

Honestly, there's no way I'm going to survive next semester without drowning in work. Am getting frozen fingers now.

On a happier note, Quartet Blog has been majorly updated, with about 4 new entries.

I shall go back to planning my funeral now. Recently realised I forgot to plan for things like food, coffin material, colour etc. And I'm torn between choice of locations. Singapore Casket is definitely out because it smells too much of death, the rooms are so small and the lift is rickety. Garden of Remembrance at Chua Chu Kang is uber cool but I like the Sin Ming warehouses because it's so quiet and non-Singapore like.

Two days ago there was a funeral in the next block, I think of the person who was recently murdered. That was one cool funeral. The band was playing old Chinese pop songs, though the flute was obviously off with the rest and the rhythm was quite odd. Still it felt lively enough.

My father has been let in to details of my plans (my brother was the first to read my scribblings). He thinks that I should start a funeral planning business. But really, anyone can do it on their own.

I begin to see how this funeral planning thing is an extension of my control freak nature; I must control the circumstances of my leaving on top of my living. Not like I can, really. Control is after all an illusion.