That's how I spent my birthday

I love the fact that my portable MP3 player contains thousands of various styles of song in it, allowing me to select the right kind of music to match whatever mood I am at anytime, anywhere. Right now my mood is slightly blue and sorrow, and I picked some George Winston piano music. It matched my feeling pretty well, and slightly eased my pain.

I started my day this morning by wearing too much clothing as I found the temperature sort of on the breezing side. It turned out that I was being tricked by mother nature. So I ended up had to carry a bunch of clothes around, from church to Institution of education, and then to the dance studio at Wan Chi. Not only it was inconvenient, it also hurt my shoulder, which partially contributed to the bad thing happened later today.

The drumset I played this morning for the three Sunday services was kind of a mess up. Somehow the grove was not that, I could heard the mistake I made loud and clear from my the recording I made with my portable mp3 player (which comes with recording function). So much as I wanted to convince myself that I shouldn't care, it was indeed started my day with a down note.

And then I was practicing my solo dance this afternoon. Not too good in progress it was. I knew I was slow at learning steps, but somehow I was getting like VERY slow today. I kept watching the same segment of video, mimicked the steps, and then again and again. After about 2 hours, I still haven't got the first two minute completely nailed down. It said that it was fustrating to me a complete downplay of what I actually felt.

The close my miserable day, my brain was kind of dead during the night dance class. I had to be completely honest to myself that the suddenly tendon pain on my shoulder I had starting from the beginning of the second hour of the class was NOT really the reason that performed badly today. I was just suck as the whole dance thing. Period. And I took a LOT of my concentration to dance everything right. Clearly I was in my top condition of concentration today. So I filled the class with mistake after mistake and mistake. And then, my dear friend shoulder tendon pain came to visit me. It happened last Sunday, and also on last Wednesday's class. It attacked me once again today. This time I tried my best to swallow the pain. I kept trying to ease and relax my shoulder. "Use my stomach muscle, use my stomach muscle" I kept reminded myself, and surprisingly, I was able to shake it off a bit even thought I still felt the pain, and slightly distracted my concentration.

But it was at the last ten minutes that my left arm was rendered to dysfunctional. I couldn't raise my arm. I was very fustrated, and a lot of thinking flew by my head, maybe it's my body telling me that it's time to call a quit on this dancing thing. It was like my body was talking to me:

"A weak pencil neck like you shouldn't think about dancing. Go play your Adobe Illustrator, mess with your Visual Studio .Net, and get crazy with dance loop with your digital music. But no, not this dancing thing you little day dreaming punk. Me as your body was sick of you torturing me for all these year, and I am giving you this tendon pain to hold you hostage. That's right. Fight me, and you will continue suffer. Come test my limit, punk!"

So I wasted my last 10 minutes of the class doing something that even I couldn't remember. Either my memory was really lousy, or the internal struggle and pain was so great that the memory of my brain shuted down to prevent me from killing myself.


That's pretty much my day. And, oh yeah, today is my birthday.