Chicken Soup for the Soul-ish Post. You were warned!
I went for a pedicure with Aunti L almost immediately after work today. And because I didn't have slippers with me, the shop gave me a bright pink sponge pair with a wedge, which I wore all the way home.
When I got home, I watched the remaining moments of The Pupil with my mother, and then I exercised while continuing my re-watch of My Girl.
Life is Good.
I learnt something valuable yesterday, so I'm going to share it with you. It'll definitely sound cliched, but nevermind, okay? Some things can't be said any other way, such are the limitations of the English language.
GLCC's having an outreach for Chinese construction workers come Sunday morning, and because the pianist of choice (Jon) can't make weekday rehearsals, it has fallen on not-very-proficient me to play the finicky Chinese songs D decided we would sing this year, because the skit is set in China and is about the return home of siblings in a family from - you guessed it! - Singapore.
We had a rehearsal yesterday, and of course, being lazy, I hadn't practised and had to valiantly sight-read/bulldoze my way through the songs.
A bit of background's needed. SG, who's overall in charge of music for Chinese ministry events, is much feared by Jon and myself, although she's a really nice person. This is because she's a piano teacher by profession, and boy is she sticky about songs which have proper towgay arrangements.
She's given up on Jon, but she hasn't given up on me - yet. Soon, I hope, she will let me have free rein with the songs and I will be able to la-di-da my way through by just improvising on the chords.
Rehearsals usually leave me feeling like I've come from a piano lesson with a very strict piano teacher.
So there I was, hitting those plastics (as in, I would say ivories, but it was an electric piano) with fear and trepidation, when it suddenly dawned on me that I'd much rather be there being scolded by SG than in office.
You must understand - and this will be the first time I'm going to blog so openly about work - that sometimes I actually feel like I want to have to stay back in the office because I have things to do. Strange, but true, and I bet if I threw a stone into a roomful of my classmates, I'd hit someone who felt the exact same way as me.
And it flows logically from that that sometimes I feel insecure about myself when I don't have to stay back late at work.
Now you see why coming to the above conclusion was a really big deal for me. And when I talked to my mum about things later that night, she said, What really matters in the end is God's approval. That's not to say we shouldn't work hard and do our best (okay, duh, chicken soup moment!), but there are so many other things we can and should do with our lives, so much more to live for (there, two chicken soup moments in one sentence).
I hope and pray I'll be able to keep these thoughts at the forefront of my mind, because, believe it or not, it's not easy to do so. Like many other legal concepts, they're counter-intuitive.
Looking forward to Valentine's Day, and hearts :)
I went for a pedicure with Aunti L almost immediately after work today. And because I didn't have slippers with me, the shop gave me a bright pink sponge pair with a wedge, which I wore all the way home.
When I got home, I watched the remaining moments of The Pupil with my mother, and then I exercised while continuing my re-watch of My Girl.
Life is Good.
I learnt something valuable yesterday, so I'm going to share it with you. It'll definitely sound cliched, but nevermind, okay? Some things can't be said any other way, such are the limitations of the English language.
GLCC's having an outreach for Chinese construction workers come Sunday morning, and because the pianist of choice (Jon) can't make weekday rehearsals, it has fallen on not-very-proficient me to play the finicky Chinese songs D decided we would sing this year, because the skit is set in China and is about the return home of siblings in a family from - you guessed it! - Singapore.
We had a rehearsal yesterday, and of course, being lazy, I hadn't practised and had to valiantly sight-read/bulldoze my way through the songs.
A bit of background's needed. SG, who's overall in charge of music for Chinese ministry events, is much feared by Jon and myself, although she's a really nice person. This is because she's a piano teacher by profession, and boy is she sticky about songs which have proper towgay arrangements.
She's given up on Jon, but she hasn't given up on me - yet. Soon, I hope, she will let me have free rein with the songs and I will be able to la-di-da my way through by just improvising on the chords.
Rehearsals usually leave me feeling like I've come from a piano lesson with a very strict piano teacher.
So there I was, hitting those plastics (as in, I would say ivories, but it was an electric piano) with fear and trepidation, when it suddenly dawned on me that I'd much rather be there being scolded by SG than in office.
You must understand - and this will be the first time I'm going to blog so openly about work - that sometimes I actually feel like I want to have to stay back in the office because I have things to do. Strange, but true, and I bet if I threw a stone into a roomful of my classmates, I'd hit someone who felt the exact same way as me.
And it flows logically from that that sometimes I feel insecure about myself when I don't have to stay back late at work.
Now you see why coming to the above conclusion was a really big deal for me. And when I talked to my mum about things later that night, she said, What really matters in the end is God's approval. That's not to say we shouldn't work hard and do our best (okay, duh, chicken soup moment!), but there are so many other things we can and should do with our lives, so much more to live for (there, two chicken soup moments in one sentence).
I hope and pray I'll be able to keep these thoughts at the forefront of my mind, because, believe it or not, it's not easy to do so. Like many other legal concepts, they're counter-intuitive.
Looking forward to Valentine's Day, and hearts :)
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