Tuesday
Day of Pain
Well, it didn't start off that bad. I went to change my passport photograph while my grandmother went to the polyclinic regarding her ailing back caused by her coughing. After that, went to Creative regarding my ailing MP3 player caused by the on-off switch. Then went home before setting off for lunch...and that's when the pain started.
After a pleasant dinner, I went for my dental appointment. Not that I'm some weenie weakling, but the cleaning...which wasn't exactly short by the way, caused...well...slight discomfort. Not to my teeth, not even to my gums (well, not REALLY)...but mostly to my tongue. Of course, it was just the beginning...
After that, went to Mr Sia's clinic for therapy on my finger. BOY did THAT hurt. After twisting my finger, squashing it on the mattress, pulling it apart, etc...he told my parents that I may need to have ANOTHER operation, an aenesthetic breaking of the scarred tissue, to regain back full movement. I don't know...go through all that just to grip a golf club properly? Doesn't seem like a good deal to me...Anyway, they seem enthusiastic about the operation, despite my commitments to the worship team...I'll pray about it, then we'll just have see how it all pans out...
And the final installment of this chapter...Symphony of Voices by the VJC Choir. On the surface, it was a spectacular show. The choir itself was on top of their game and the music was top drawer. In fact, if I may do a bit of endorsement here, VJC Choir doesn't adore that Whitacre guy for nothing. All the songs were splendid, almost atmospheric in a James Horner style, but in choral kind of way, and of course Cloudburst was simply sensational. In fact, to be brutally honest here...it kinda killed their second half, because no way could you match that Whitacre 1st half. It was THAT good.
And yet, it caused some disturbance in this little heart of mine. Don't worry, it's not jealousy...it's just...I don't know...Maybe it's just a longing in my heart after being away from the school choir scene for some time...but no way am I representing any other school other than St. Andrew's...Or maybe it's because of the fact that the choir I love so much is on the brink of collapse...it may be either of those...and yet...it seems to go a little deeper than that...to something I can't seem to face eye-to-eye except when I force myself to...
Well, it didn't start off that bad. I went to change my passport photograph while my grandmother went to the polyclinic regarding her ailing back caused by her coughing. After that, went to Creative regarding my ailing MP3 player caused by the on-off switch. Then went home before setting off for lunch...and that's when the pain started.
After a pleasant dinner, I went for my dental appointment. Not that I'm some weenie weakling, but the cleaning...which wasn't exactly short by the way, caused...well...slight discomfort. Not to my teeth, not even to my gums (well, not REALLY)...but mostly to my tongue. Of course, it was just the beginning...
After that, went to Mr Sia's clinic for therapy on my finger. BOY did THAT hurt. After twisting my finger, squashing it on the mattress, pulling it apart, etc...he told my parents that I may need to have ANOTHER operation, an aenesthetic breaking of the scarred tissue, to regain back full movement. I don't know...go through all that just to grip a golf club properly? Doesn't seem like a good deal to me...Anyway, they seem enthusiastic about the operation, despite my commitments to the worship team...I'll pray about it, then we'll just have see how it all pans out...
And the final installment of this chapter...Symphony of Voices by the VJC Choir. On the surface, it was a spectacular show. The choir itself was on top of their game and the music was top drawer. In fact, if I may do a bit of endorsement here, VJC Choir doesn't adore that Whitacre guy for nothing. All the songs were splendid, almost atmospheric in a James Horner style, but in choral kind of way, and of course Cloudburst was simply sensational. In fact, to be brutally honest here...it kinda killed their second half, because no way could you match that Whitacre 1st half. It was THAT good.
And yet, it caused some disturbance in this little heart of mine. Don't worry, it's not jealousy...it's just...I don't know...Maybe it's just a longing in my heart after being away from the school choir scene for some time...but no way am I representing any other school other than St. Andrew's...Or maybe it's because of the fact that the choir I love so much is on the brink of collapse...it may be either of those...and yet...it seems to go a little deeper than that...to something I can't seem to face eye-to-eye except when I force myself to...
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