Friday, January 16, 2009 ; 9:26 PM {♥}
I don't how many times I have been saying this but...
Please help yourselves and help us.
At least give us a reason to work. If you don't work hard, we can't bring ourselves to do it either. If you tell me you're tired, I can say the same thing. At the very least, be willing, so that we can do our best to help you.
This is a challenge. And you have the responsibility to rise up to the occasion.
Please help us all. Be the hero, save everyone.
Our chance lies in your hands. Give us a chance and give yourself a chance too.
Labels: diary, rambles, sentimentals
Yours sincerely, MS. JINGS {♥}
Saturday, January 03, 2009 ; 8:42 PM {♥}
Happy Belated New Year to everybody!
I'm kind of on a movie craze now, but I did do some homework! I swear :D
Today was yet another reflective day, and I got really touched by someone.
As I was baking new year pineapple tarts for you people with my mum, we starting talking... And I was telling her about band randomly. I somehow feel relief when I think about how I started in band.
I remember(and so does my mum remember) the days I spent crying at first. There was the "guides problem" and the loneliness of a newcomer. I remember grappling with the mere basics of my trombone playing as I sat at that lonely corner of the classroom, watching and envying the group of trombones sitting so far away. The strong and grand sounds of the trombone choir touched my heart and I kept trying my best, hoping I could be that good one day. I remember when Nicholas used to teach me and how I used to dislike him at first(no offence).
I still remember what he said once. "You don't compare my sound with yours. I played for three years and you are just starting."
It actually motivated me. At that moment, I really want to try my best to shake off that beginner label that branded me.
I remember the times when everyone was too busy preparing for SYF to care about me. The times when I feel lost because nobody taught me anything new. And I even remember when Mr Tan came to visit me once. I was so touched by him. I still remember what he said to me. Those words of encouragement, I will never forget.
Then it was during this lonely time, when the gods probably took pity of me and sent me light. The year ones came, four of them, four newbies, just like me. I remember how excited I was to teach them. I also remember how awkward it was at first. They were so hardworking and quiet and I had to keep thinking of jokes to tell them because there was nothing to break the ice with. Gradually, though I can't remember how, we grew closer and now they talk so much and are so intimate with me. They are like my children cause I taught them(not to act old or anything). Thank you, Keng Heng, Sophin, Wenlin and Chervelle. You probably didn't know but you brought new meaning to my boring band life.
Then everything started to get better. I started to improve and I started to get accepted. I remember the time when I grew so quickly that even Mr. Ng took notice.
"What did you eat?" I remember him teasing me during one rehearsal. Words like "The third stand is the most important, that's why I put you in bass trombone" lighted my heart ablaze with fire even though I knew that in his heart, I could never compare to that someone no matter what.
I'm thankful that I'm reminded of this today. I think I kind of forgot all this. Like I had buried it underneath the fighting and bitching I have done in the past year.
And just now, my mum told me this.
"Do you want us to come for your concert this year?" I was stunned.
"That day when we went to your senior's concert, dad asked me why I didn't come to watch you perform. He said I should support you." I could feel my tears welling up when I heard this.
Thank you, Dad, thank you, Mum. You've done so much for me by giving me support.
And once again, a very happy new year to you all. I wish for health and happiness for all my loved ones, family and friends.
Labels: diary, sentimentals
Yours sincerely, MS. JINGS {♥}
