A very Good Friday

Today, I took a whole day off to celebrate Good Friday. First of all, I went to Jun's church to watch the musical that he composed. Beautifully written, with some songs that resemble Chinese songs. As it was all in Behasa, Jun painstakingly translated one lyrical sheet in English for us. That's when we truly understand the musical with the beautiful voices.

I went to MRT with Hannah and we discussed about muffins and brownies. I've always wanted to bake something. I do feel better talking to someone once in a while.

Anyway, I recently joined a website called wattpad. It's a virtual site where writers post their work and share it with the rest. My first book is "Spiritual Networking". It does refresh some memories of my younger days. It makes me smile now, trying to imagine the whole scene in my mind. "Books bring you to the world" rings true. I can't help but indulge in the whole real imagination that I possess. You can say I just sank into the story and couldn't stop. Sometimes I do ask if I can have such a friendship, or even a man who would take the challenge to protect and love me. I'm just glad it made me happier, a little. At least I know I am warm-blooded.

I just joined the guitar class that will commence next sat. Excited I am! I can't wait to start my first lesson, and brother David is so kind to give me the last tuner he has (he bought an extra one for the class, thank God!). I'm just looking forward to ending my class, start a new planning of my student's revision and planning, plus exercising and leading a godly life all over again. Not that I'm not godly now, I just wish there are more. Like volunteering for community work, etc. It feels like my servanthood is getting stronger.

Speaking of community work, today there's this man in the bus kept kicking my shoe. I was annoyed but surprisingly I did not bother much. Like there's an instruction asking me not to. It happened twice and I ignored it. Just then, when the man wanted to alight, I noticed that he couldn't control his limbs properly. The bus E-braked and the man almost fell. His bag slid to his mid-arm and seemed to have difficulty balancing. Everyone just looked at him. I don't know what came to me, but I carried his bag and placed it on his shoulder. His genuine thankful smile took my breath away. I've never thought that helping someone can be so...rewarding. It's the selfless act of mine that shocked me, that tells me that serving is not about others but myself. Not about enriching others' lives but my own life. Similar to having to forgive others not because they need to be forgiven, but to help ourselves to get away from pain.

Anyway, I'm now having "Hunger Games" with my family. Hopefully I can get good rest for a long long day tomorrow. :)