Merry Christmas!
Yes. Its a little late, I know. But I've been trying to avoid going online. It's part of the busy life thing. And now dear mommy is scolding me. For wasting time online. So, dear reader, if I disappear suddenly from MSN Messenger, you'll know why. Begging your pardon. Yes.
Friday was our comm meeting, and the librarian came to check on us three times... oopsy. Then we went down to check out the new string instruments shop (actually I also saw a flute in the shop). Yay... the store keeper was nice and friendly so we got to use his nice expensive instruments. For free! So we started practicing our quartet pieces right in the middle of his shop, just that gloria wasn't there, so it made a trio. Sounded queer without a Vln 2 part. But the really nice Christmassy thing about it was that when we practicing, this Indonesian choir came into the shop (we gave the shop lots of publicity. I don't think the owner really minded lending us his instruments. Hee hee) and when we started playing Largo (Handel) they started singing along! ^_^ So nice and warm. (Hee hee... the best thing was that I got lost in the middle so their singing helped a lot.)
The instruments' look was asthetically rather appealing, even though there wasn't any fancy designs or carvings. The response was also very good, though the strings were very soft so it was difficult to play loudly without all those "scratchy" noises. (I can hear my violin teacher's voice echoing, "No scratchy noises! Must be clean and clear." Somehow the way he says "scratchy noises" always makes me want to laugh.)
Then it was off to IMH.
No, I'm not going insane. We were invited by our senior to play. For the patients. They were all rather old (as in older than my parents.) They did know how to keep quiet and all, as well as clap at the end of a piece. There was one particular patient who could play the harmonica, and he was pretty good at it too. He kept telling us to study hard.
It's rather creepy at IMH, because all the ward doors are locked, and opened only by keys. To add to it, while we were on our way out we say a sign saying "Mortuary". Like, GOSH, do they have THAT many dead bodies lying around??? OH MY GOSH. I was sooo shocked at first, but after I thought about it I realised that since IMH is like a hospital its only natural for them to have one. But its still creepy!
While I was watching the patients, I realised what it meant to live day by day. They don't go around making plans, they just live, doing the things that need to be done everyday. And the only thing different about them is that their behaviour and thinking doesn't match their age. You start seeing old grannies acting like they're five years old. And people in their 50s still living in the days of their O Lvls. It's as though they just didn't grow up. But the atmosphere I felt there was rather calm and peaceful, though the locked doors were something I didn't get used to.
Now I know what kind of people go to IMH. And I'm relieved that nobody I know has any potential to be going there.
Hmm. Christmas is over. And I haven't sent out my Christmas cards yet. Oh gosh. And I still have the cards I received from last Christmas. ^_^
I always receive lots of cards 'round this time of the year. For more than one reason.
Still remember my stupid stand partner was so loud mouth. Be warned any one else who dares to sing me that stupid song when I don't want it....
Lalala. I shall post the pictures I took of Mao Mao as soon as I find out how to. Rargh. Help me elaine!!!
Friday was our comm meeting, and the librarian came to check on us three times... oopsy. Then we went down to check out the new string instruments shop (actually I also saw a flute in the shop). Yay... the store keeper was nice and friendly so we got to use his nice expensive instruments. For free! So we started practicing our quartet pieces right in the middle of his shop, just that gloria wasn't there, so it made a trio. Sounded queer without a Vln 2 part. But the really nice Christmassy thing about it was that when we practicing, this Indonesian choir came into the shop (we gave the shop lots of publicity. I don't think the owner really minded lending us his instruments. Hee hee) and when we started playing Largo (Handel) they started singing along! ^_^ So nice and warm. (Hee hee... the best thing was that I got lost in the middle so their singing helped a lot.)
The instruments' look was asthetically rather appealing, even though there wasn't any fancy designs or carvings. The response was also very good, though the strings were very soft so it was difficult to play loudly without all those "scratchy" noises. (I can hear my violin teacher's voice echoing, "No scratchy noises! Must be clean and clear." Somehow the way he says "scratchy noises" always makes me want to laugh.)
Then it was off to IMH.
No, I'm not going insane. We were invited by our senior to play. For the patients. They were all rather old (as in older than my parents.) They did know how to keep quiet and all, as well as clap at the end of a piece. There was one particular patient who could play the harmonica, and he was pretty good at it too. He kept telling us to study hard.
It's rather creepy at IMH, because all the ward doors are locked, and opened only by keys. To add to it, while we were on our way out we say a sign saying "Mortuary". Like, GOSH, do they have THAT many dead bodies lying around??? OH MY GOSH. I was sooo shocked at first, but after I thought about it I realised that since IMH is like a hospital its only natural for them to have one. But its still creepy!
While I was watching the patients, I realised what it meant to live day by day. They don't go around making plans, they just live, doing the things that need to be done everyday. And the only thing different about them is that their behaviour and thinking doesn't match their age. You start seeing old grannies acting like they're five years old. And people in their 50s still living in the days of their O Lvls. It's as though they just didn't grow up. But the atmosphere I felt there was rather calm and peaceful, though the locked doors were something I didn't get used to.
Now I know what kind of people go to IMH. And I'm relieved that nobody I know has any potential to be going there.
Hmm. Christmas is over. And I haven't sent out my Christmas cards yet. Oh gosh. And I still have the cards I received from last Christmas. ^_^
I always receive lots of cards 'round this time of the year. For more than one reason.
Still remember my stupid stand partner was so loud mouth. Be warned any one else who dares to sing me that stupid song when I don't want it....
Lalala. I shall post the pictures I took of Mao Mao as soon as I find out how to. Rargh. Help me elaine!!!
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