Lord, what is in it that my heart constantly cries out to you?
In my times of need and loneliness, all my (wo)man-made “escape routes” shut down and malfunction. You are indeed a jealous God, always wanting me to return to Your side.
I am but human–I’ve failed so many times in the opportunities and tests that have cropped up in my journey, not even thinking to ask You to reach out and pull me through. Time and time again, my own strength is so insufficient, yet I constantly forget my weakness.
This voice You’ve given me breaks out into song each time I am at a loss with present circumstance. Your songs and Your words run through my head, pounding out rhythm and melody into music which I cannot express. David’s sorrow resonates with me.
May You seal my mouth each time a hurtful thing wants to emerge. Prevent the cycle of wounding. Dry my eyes. Hold my tongue. Paralyze me.
For all I wish to do is give my life in worship to You. Let every single thing I undertake be an act of worship, rising as the sweetest incense to Your courts.
Love me, O Lord, and help me with my unbelief…
And I’m out of time!
Sorry for not blogging at all… I’ve been tied up with my electives (hospital attachment) since the 3rd of August.
They’re from 9am to 5pm Monday to Friday, and I usually end up being exhausted at the end of the day, where I either go to the gym or go for a swim to clear my mind and then sleep, or have cell group, or have musical practice, or have some sort of family dinner… or… and the list goes on.
Ermm. HAPPY 28TH ANNIVERSARY TO MY MUMMY AND DADDY! :) Celebrated with them today, got them matching bunny keychains.
There goes another night.
For the sake of accountability, I must really sit down and
i) Finish the Draco house emblem draft
ii) Plan the IMU cup Scrabble competition
iii) Get performers for Noise & Movement on 3rd September
iv) Practice with PUS for the art festival opening
v) Practice for the M209 orientation dresscode stint
vi) Memorize Christmas musical script and songs
vii) Plan batch trip
viii) HOMGZ I FORGOT: WRITE THE ELECTIVE REPORT AAAAHHH!!!
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee.
As of the 8th of August, 2009, 11.10pm, I am officially 21! :D
Celebrated my coming-of-age-of-sorts with a whole horde of family and friends.
Will blog soon about it. Super tired and recovering.
THANKS TO EVERYONE FOR THE BIRTHDAY WISHES!! :D I am so happy. So very loved and happy. xx
The Light in the Piazza, a Tony Award-winning musical by Adam Guettal, is my latest obsession. It’s the story of a fragile and tender love, set in Italy. Clara Johnson (Katie Clarke) and Fabrizzio Nacarrelli (Aaron Lazar), two fragile yet intense characters, sing of their love in this chillingly beautiful duet, “Say it Somehow”. Language barrier aside, the two fight to speak to each other what their hearts are bursting with.
Makes one wonder how anyone can write like this. The harmonies without words, soul to soul, heart to heart, the desperation and urgency… Too bad I’m not caucasian, and neither am I blonde–won’t be able to play this role if ever the chance passes by, which itself is another distant dream. BUT OH, HOW I WOULD LOVE TO SING HER ROLE. The music is so haunting and gorgeous… Unlike other musicals I’ve listened to before.
I should go back into vocal lessons. But most teachers here are classical… :( Broadway please!
…is what I’m drinking as I sit in front of my laptop, mind in a drug-induced haze. I love this particular flavor of tea because it has a cloying, sweet smell of lychee, yet the solid, strong taste of black tea. Good enough to drink on its own.
Forgotten what it’s like being sick for a while, now. Of all times for it to come remind me. I have little to no appetite. Can’t enjoy tea fully because I can’t smell.
Umm, what’s the point of this blogpost?
Let’s see…
Prep for The Color of Passion is going well. Finished shopping for decor last Monday, finished making invites by last Wednesday, finalized the location and catering today. :)
Hair is done.
Cake is not.
Can’t sing because my throat frickin hurts.
Yes yes yes I’m grumpy. So sue me. >(
Trying to organize an acoustic jam & open mic on the 14th of August as another IMU Music & Performance Club activity, seriously haven’t had the mood to make a poster and do shameless promo across the batch blogs. Keep your eyes open and ears tuned for Acoustic August.
A ton of Draco House stuff to do.. just opened my email and saw it all. D: Why does it all have to come when we’re on holidays? I wish they’d just stuck to the batch system… It was easier and seriously, more fun because we “grew up” from day one of uni with those people. Well, whatever it is, I honestly hope the IMU Cup won’t be a flop. :/
My little breath of fresh air are the X’mas musical practices every Thursday night and Sunday afternoon. :) Things I love, people I love, for a God I love.
Please keep me in prayers… I know I should find my joy in the Lord! AAArgh!! Sorry for being grumpy. :((((
You know, I wonder if when I’m old and cranky, I’ll be one of those well-rounded, elderly people who dress up and go to karaoke joints and sing off-tune hit songs of eras past with my equally old and cranky friends. And then expound musical wisdom to unsuspecting young’uns who have appeared in the territory.
I guess it’s warm and heartening to those people to gather together, but I really hope I don’t end up that way. Doesn’t resonate with me. It all seems so small and insignificant, like grasping at big, colorful straws. So vain.
I’d rather swing dance.
Be in a (good) community choir.
Workshop the performing arts with young hopefuls.
Swelter in the villages of Africa in my modest clinic.
Have kids who entertain me.
Travel.
I want to do something bigger with my life.
I want to rule the world.
Viva la vida!
