Saturday, November 12, 2011

Therapeutic

Listening to songs, singing or croaking for that matter, can be so therapeutic. Really.
Many times, I find myself lost in the kids' world - forgotten about this enjoyment.
I was contented just living each and every day drowning in noises...
until one day, when I was driving home alone from the kids' school, I pressed on the wrong disc player, which miraculously played all the songs I used to love.
The best thing was, for the first time, it wasn't playing Kai's favourite "爱的初体验" on disc 3 track 9.
And I fell in love with these oldies once again.

At home, I quickly checked out the Yamaha theatre system and the Blu-ray player but started to curse its inability to play CDs!!!
What was the use of a sophisticated sound system when it couldn't even perform the most basic function and provide the simplest pleasure???

I was about to dismantle it to pieces when I spotted a USB port on the blu-ray player.
So I inserted my thumb-drive, which contained all my favourite songs, and...
Voila! It worked!

BTW, I was never good with all these sound or Tech gadgets - how they connect to each other - which way in and which one out...
But somehow, with lots of button pressing, a myriad of determination and a great deal of desperation, I managed to do it!
It felt good.
Really good
- to bring music back to my life again.
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1 comments:

Jayne said...

Can't agree more. :-) Gone were the karaoke days, but at least can croak in the bathroom. hehe..