On my exploration list this week: Joe Hisaishi and Radiohead

Looks like the Lord has been setting me some trials lately. I aced some of them and fumbled some of them SO BAD.

Today was the Chinese ensemble concert. Precious didn't turn up. (More on that in a bit.) Was an easy day for us, because we only had three ensemble items, one of which was plucked strings. The rest of the programme was solos (four of them) so we spent most of the time backstage.

Next year, it's my turn to play Sunshine over Tashkurgan.

After the concert, we put away the chairs and stands by ourselves. I dropped two chairs (the heavy, black, LFT variety, thank you) on my right foot. Owwie. If not for my leather shoes, I'd probably have a crushed toe now.

No double pedaling mental practice for two weeks.

Thank God I only escaped with a bruise under my toenail... and TSH wants rehearsals to resume next Thursday. Zzz...

...but the next concert isn't for another two months! Give us a break... not to mention you still owe us a 30-minute OT ang pow from two weeks ago...

...What's this guy's problem?

I found poor precious huddled over a table at the prata shoppe after everything. She was feeling none too well. So, like any self-respecting dude would do, I took her to the taxi stand at Peace Centre (Sim Lim would have been better though) and got her home in a jiffy.

No trains and buses. I won't allow it.

...

You were the one who said actions speak louder than words... and your actions that night spoke volumes to me... the way you clung to me, your head resting on my shoulder... said all those precious words, all that wondrous music to my ears...

'I need you... I trust in you.'

I love you. And I will cherish this feeling forever...

...

Thank God she arrived quickly and safely. And I pray that she'll be alright later in the day. I shall thus round this post up, else I'll be the one who's not alright... Theory bright and early 9am, followed by orchestra 2-4pm, 7-10pm.

Ugh.

Lord give me strength.