Montreal will be summery again
12:01 AM
Good news: I've started to work this week. 아사!
BTW, I have picked up my sax practice again, 20-30 minutes errday. Since I skipped three classes in a row, I'd lose all future classes if I did it again, oops. Silly contract that I signed. The story is I had unused credits from my guitar classes 5 years ago and they were merciful enough to let me re-use em. But the catch 25 or 62 (whatever the number is) is that I can't reschedule classes and if I skipped too many, all the credits will go down the drain. All goodoe. Having consequences to your actions iz important. Anywayz, I love touching my sax ha and I wooon't stop (quoting Miley again). Can't wait til Sunday so I can get some new practice material from the teach. You see, impatience gets me. Like it understands how I function & how I want to become pro shortly. It's a quality really (twizzlers?). You know what they say, when there is will, there is dat sax guy from Busty&Bass.
So B&B is this funky jazzy band that I luv. Discovered them through Joen's acapella concert last year. They performed again this year, last Sunday to be more precise. The show was prettay bad ass. And shout out to Joeny as well. She brings em diva back. Chic & sick! She was actually sick, a cold I believe.
Do you guys ever get proud of your friends? I get mad proud of mines. Y'all are awesome and I am proud of y'all. One day, I will become an awful* sax player so y'all can be proud of me too.
*awful actually means awe inspiring, betcha didn't know that
Take them to the metro!
You guys probably realized by now how much I crave attention. Truthfully though, I crave affirmation more. Typical considering that my dad has never affirmed me once these past 24 years, okay maybe once, but my memory fails me when it comes to remembering the goods. I am kinda over with the blame yo parents phase though. I mean poor guy. My grand-diddy probably scarred the shizzlers out of him too. Maybe one of those days, I would go and affirm my dad. Crazy isn't it? But you know, everyone needs some love. Even em autistic kiddos know. Man thinking about these kinds of topics while listening to the tune gives me the dairy. Sob.
Man, kan't believe I have finally landed a job, and not just any job, one that I actually enjoy.
The gist.
I am conducting behavioral therapy with an autistic child at a French pre-school. I never knew for a fact that I liked children (cuz they can be darn rude sometimes). However, now that I am working with one, I can tell you this much: I sugar daddy love em, in whatever brand, price tags, flavor, like em frozen yog. I just want to spoil & provide for them. And funnily enough, I can relate to their impulsiveness pretty well b/c Ima kid myself. I mean when we go down to business to play, we play like there is no morrow b/c we caaaan't stop (quoting Miley). Anyway, the child I am working with is surprisingly relational. For ex, I didn't get to play with him today b/c I had to go through the teaching programs with my supervisor for like 2 hours. But my kid would come up to me, take me by the hand and try to lead me to where he is. All the while, he would call upon me, "Song, Song...". Remember this is a kid who has language deficits, but remembers my name. That just melts a bro's heart. Or perhaps the father's heart in this case. Something really does get activated in you. You get attached, before you know it, with em pulling on your heart strings.
This week, I got the chance to hang with all 6 kids in the class. I followed them around like a lil kid myself. I became a part of their routines and they became a part of mine. They all have some special needs/powers, but I would say they are all fundamentally relational, some more than others. This gives me a lot of hope, b/c I realized that we are all meant for relationships.
Unbeliever? Wait til the day when you get to hold your own flesh & blood. Time might just stop as you look into their eyes. And then you'd experience the mystery of love.
Remember. When that happens, just "SHH" and let it be.
I think at the end of the day, I would die a happier person knowing that I have loved and that I was loved.
I am conducting behavioral therapy with an autistic child at a French pre-school. I never knew for a fact that I liked children (cuz they can be darn rude sometimes). However, now that I am working with one, I can tell you this much: I sugar daddy love em, in whatever brand, price tags, flavor, like em frozen yog. I just want to spoil & provide for them. And funnily enough, I can relate to their impulsiveness pretty well b/c Ima kid myself. I mean when we go down to business to play, we play like there is no morrow b/c we caaaan't stop (quoting Miley). Anyway, the child I am working with is surprisingly relational. For ex, I didn't get to play with him today b/c I had to go through the teaching programs with my supervisor for like 2 hours. But my kid would come up to me, take me by the hand and try to lead me to where he is. All the while, he would call upon me, "Song, Song...". Remember this is a kid who has language deficits, but remembers my name. That just melts a bro's heart. Or perhaps the father's heart in this case. Something really does get activated in you. You get attached, before you know it, with em pulling on your heart strings.
This week, I got the chance to hang with all 6 kids in the class. I followed them around like a lil kid myself. I became a part of their routines and they became a part of mine. They all have some special needs/powers, but I would say they are all fundamentally relational, some more than others. This gives me a lot of hope, b/c I realized that we are all meant for relationships.
Unbeliever? Wait til the day when you get to hold your own flesh & blood. Time might just stop as you look into their eyes. And then you'd experience the mystery of love.
Remember. When that happens, just "SHH" and let it be.
I think at the end of the day, I would die a happier person knowing that I have loved and that I was loved.
I am actually listening to a sax piece right now, so it kinda sets the mood for my writing. You guys can try listening to it while perusing. It might make more sense.
BTW, I have picked up my sax practice again, 20-30 minutes errday. Since I skipped three classes in a row, I'd lose all future classes if I did it again, oops. Silly contract that I signed. The story is I had unused credits from my guitar classes 5 years ago and they were merciful enough to let me re-use em. But the catch 25 or 62 (whatever the number is) is that I can't reschedule classes and if I skipped too many, all the credits will go down the drain. All goodoe. Having consequences to your actions iz important. Anywayz, I love touching my sax ha and I wooon't stop (quoting Miley again). Can't wait til Sunday so I can get some new practice material from the teach. You see, impatience gets me. Like it understands how I function & how I want to become pro shortly. It's a quality really (twizzlers?). You know what they say, when there is will, there is dat sax guy from Busty&Bass.
So B&B is this funky jazzy band that I luv. Discovered them through Joen's acapella concert last year. They performed again this year, last Sunday to be more precise. The show was prettay bad ass. And shout out to Joeny as well. She brings em diva back. Chic & sick! She was actually sick, a cold I believe.
Do you guys ever get proud of your friends? I get mad proud of mines. Y'all are awesome and I am proud of y'all. One day, I will become an awful* sax player so y'all can be proud of me too.
*awful actually means awe inspiring, betcha didn't know that
Take them to the metro!
You guys probably realized by now how much I crave attention. Truthfully though, I crave affirmation more. Typical considering that my dad has never affirmed me once these past 24 years, okay maybe once, but my memory fails me when it comes to remembering the goods. I am kinda over with the blame yo parents phase though. I mean poor guy. My grand-diddy probably scarred the shizzlers out of him too. Maybe one of those days, I would go and affirm my dad. Crazy isn't it? But you know, everyone needs some love. Even em autistic kiddos know. Man thinking about these kinds of topics while listening to the tune gives me the dairy. Sob.
I feel grateful. Bout time and that life. I am thankful that I get to be part of something bigger than myself. I sense that life does have greater things in store for me after all, and for all of y'all too as a matter of fact. Maybe that's what Jesus meant when he talked about the treasures in heaven. Conversely, I am also afraid. Dreading that these happy thoughts won't last, that I will be discouraged very soon, that I will stop loving people, that I will stop being saxy. Wish that life just stays one way you know, #emptyhope. I mean hope only has meanings in trials I believe. Look at those average joes, whom despite being at their lowest, still have enough hope to move forward and conquer. Talk about faith-ful. I wonder if I will ever catch a glimpse of what that feels like. To experience is real important to me. I don't need much understanding to function in this world, if I understood anything at all. However, I need to live, feel and sense. Maybe that's why I am not too rational (but relational). Perhaps I am setting myself to fail at being logical. Hwhy? Good question. Again whether I know the answer to that really doesn't matter.
