Wednesday, April 11, 2007
rush hours.
i dont know what to say.
but today's cca was terrible
yuhui was yelling.
and yet we were laughing.
we should have known better.
than to make noise when we were changing the strings.
changed 6x21 strings in 3 days.
but i shouldn't complain.
OM internal judging tmr.
one of the backdrop is not completed.
and that group member hasnt even started on it yet.
how screwed.
art tmr.
3D model due.
one group member didnt give a damn about it until today.
too late.
mathmathmath.
at least i am improving, or i think so.
guzheng guzheng guzheng.
i still have that 要哭又哭不出的感覺 when i think about guzheng.
cambodia.
i still want to go cambodia to do missionary work. praypraypray.
homeworkhomeworkhomework.
never ending. i guess i dont have to sleep today.
i broke my record this week.
i reached home at 8pm on monday, 7.30pm on tuesday, 7.45pm on wednesday. i have never reached home so late in my life other than on outings with my family. i was kind of shocked too, when i looked at my watch. 7.15pm. still at macritchie reservoir. how nice. but still it's worth it. if it's going to help us become better musicians. why not?
i've got a confession to make. i've never thought of cca to be that serious. musician. it was a blow that i took 3 days to recover from. never in my life, after playing guzheng for 7, almost 8 years. not once have i considered myself to be a musician. perhaps that was the answer as to why we were not taking the whole music matter seriously. but i think its still not late for me to realise that i am a musician. and a musician creates pure good music. yes, i will do that. from now on. now that i know that i am a musician.
something off my mind today. i finally found time to speak to cikgu hanim. about my malay remedials etc. after 3 weeks. this week's busy. i don't think 45min is enough for break. when i first got my timetable last year, i thought, wow, 45min of playtime.
i've never thought of why we had 45min. because we really need the time. this week has been busy. we work work work during class time. recess we rush to stuff ourselves with food. either go back to class to rush homework so that we get time once we reach home, if not we go to the music room to do what's necessary. every minute counts. its a constant race against time. then class time again. teacher rushed through lessons after lessons, topics after topics. and we rush after the teachers, trying to catch up with what the teacher was trying to bring across. then lunch. we rush again to the music room, again do what's necessary. we try to push ourselves hard such that we reach the limit. at the ring of the second bell, did we start to pack up, leave the room. ending up, usually late for lessons. then another period or two for lessons. then we rush again, off to the different places where we have to.
third lang students rush to catch the bus to bishan. after their classes, they rush to junction eight to grab a bite then they rush home again to revise the day's work and homework.
students who have cca, rush to the various locations. until they are dismissed after 6. they rush to finish packing things as soon as possible, then rush to catch the bus. those lucky enough to get a seat get to catch an hour of sleep before they rush home again to rush work.
weekends are meant for doing work.
the term rush hour is gone from my life. because now its has turned into rush hours. efficiency. effectiveness. efficiency. effectiveness. speed speed speed.
if only we could slow down. to appreciate anything. love, joy, happiness, God.
i saw this sms big kiddo sent me. enjoy God for the rest of your week. at times, i really can't. in fact, most of the time now. i don't have the heart to read the bible. prepare sunday school classes properly. what more do i ask for, than a little more quietness and peacefulness in life other than the constant rush. it could do a little good.
some peaceful worship music playing in the background. enclose myself in this room filled with nothing but God. enclose myself. allow myself to let Him hug me.
and that's when i break down. and cry.
Jesus Take The Wheel
She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat
Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasoline
It would been a long hard year
She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention
She was going way to fast
Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn't even have time to cry
She was sooo scared
She threw her hands up in the air
Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this all on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel
It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock
And for the first time in a long time
She bowed her head to pray
She said I'm sorry for the way
I've been living my life
I know I've got to change
So from now on tonight
Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this all my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Oh, Jesus take the wheel
Oh, I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I'm on
From this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel
Oh, take it, take it from me
Oh, why, oh
but today's cca was terrible
yuhui was yelling.
and yet we were laughing.
we should have known better.
than to make noise when we were changing the strings.
changed 6x21 strings in 3 days.
but i shouldn't complain.
OM internal judging tmr.
one of the backdrop is not completed.
and that group member hasnt even started on it yet.
how screwed.
art tmr.
3D model due.
one group member didnt give a damn about it until today.
too late.
mathmathmath.
at least i am improving, or i think so.
guzheng guzheng guzheng.
i still have that 要哭又哭不出的感覺 when i think about guzheng.
cambodia.
i still want to go cambodia to do missionary work. praypraypray.
homeworkhomeworkhomework.
never ending. i guess i dont have to sleep today.
i broke my record this week.
i reached home at 8pm on monday, 7.30pm on tuesday, 7.45pm on wednesday. i have never reached home so late in my life other than on outings with my family. i was kind of shocked too, when i looked at my watch. 7.15pm. still at macritchie reservoir. how nice. but still it's worth it. if it's going to help us become better musicians. why not?
i've got a confession to make. i've never thought of cca to be that serious. musician. it was a blow that i took 3 days to recover from. never in my life, after playing guzheng for 7, almost 8 years. not once have i considered myself to be a musician. perhaps that was the answer as to why we were not taking the whole music matter seriously. but i think its still not late for me to realise that i am a musician. and a musician creates pure good music. yes, i will do that. from now on. now that i know that i am a musician.
something off my mind today. i finally found time to speak to cikgu hanim. about my malay remedials etc. after 3 weeks. this week's busy. i don't think 45min is enough for break. when i first got my timetable last year, i thought, wow, 45min of playtime.
i've never thought of why we had 45min. because we really need the time. this week has been busy. we work work work during class time. recess we rush to stuff ourselves with food. either go back to class to rush homework so that we get time once we reach home, if not we go to the music room to do what's necessary. every minute counts. its a constant race against time. then class time again. teacher rushed through lessons after lessons, topics after topics. and we rush after the teachers, trying to catch up with what the teacher was trying to bring across. then lunch. we rush again to the music room, again do what's necessary. we try to push ourselves hard such that we reach the limit. at the ring of the second bell, did we start to pack up, leave the room. ending up, usually late for lessons. then another period or two for lessons. then we rush again, off to the different places where we have to.
third lang students rush to catch the bus to bishan. after their classes, they rush to junction eight to grab a bite then they rush home again to revise the day's work and homework.
students who have cca, rush to the various locations. until they are dismissed after 6. they rush to finish packing things as soon as possible, then rush to catch the bus. those lucky enough to get a seat get to catch an hour of sleep before they rush home again to rush work.
weekends are meant for doing work.
the term rush hour is gone from my life. because now its has turned into rush hours. efficiency. effectiveness. efficiency. effectiveness. speed speed speed.
if only we could slow down. to appreciate anything. love, joy, happiness, God.
i saw this sms big kiddo sent me. enjoy God for the rest of your week. at times, i really can't. in fact, most of the time now. i don't have the heart to read the bible. prepare sunday school classes properly. what more do i ask for, than a little more quietness and peacefulness in life other than the constant rush. it could do a little good.
some peaceful worship music playing in the background. enclose myself in this room filled with nothing but God. enclose myself. allow myself to let Him hug me.
and that's when i break down. and cry.
Jesus Take The Wheel
She was driving last Friday on her way to Cincinnati
On a snow white Christmas Eve
Going home to see her Mama and her Daddy with the baby in the backseat
Fifty miles to go and she was running low on faith and gasoline
It would been a long hard year
She had a lot on her mind and she didn't pay attention
She was going way to fast
Before she knew it she was spinning on a thin black sheet of glass
She saw both their lives flash before her eyes
She didn't even have time to cry
She was sooo scared
She threw her hands up in the air
Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this all on my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel
It was still getting colder when she made it to the shoulder
And the car came to a stop
She cried when she saw that baby in the backseat sleeping like a rock
And for the first time in a long time
She bowed her head to pray
She said I'm sorry for the way
I've been living my life
I know I've got to change
So from now on tonight
Jesus take the wheel
Take it from my hands
Cause I can't do this all my own
I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
To save me from this road I'm on
Oh, Jesus take the wheel
Oh, I'm letting go
So give me one more chance
Save me from this road I'm on
From this road I'm on
Jesus take the wheel
Oh, take it, take it from me
Oh, why, oh
// posted by My name is Oherie. @ 9:59 pm 
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