Number 6087...as I looked on the screen, the last number called is 6076. Still got about ten people before me. Oh well, nothing to do but wait for my turn, so I sat on the long chair along with others. I needed to have one of my mobile phone lines terminated. I think I could do with just one mobile contact number now. Call it part of simplifying my life and cutting away on expenses.
Twenty minutes of waiting, just a couple more transactions and I'm next. Just then, someone tapped my shoulder and as I turned to look, the person mentioned my full name, in a tone that is kind of confirming if I was indeed the person she knew. I said yes and she asked if I remember her. I blinked just once and said her name. Good Lord! Thank You that you gave me an excellent memory for matching faces with names, otherwise, it would have been an embarrassing moment for me.
Visitors of this blog couldn't fail to notice the music playing in the background. The first one you'll hear is "Maybe" by Korean pianist, Yiruma. If you have stayed long enough on this site, I am sure you must have heard of that piano version of the worship song "From the Inside Out." It's one of my favorite songs. And it seems, Gali is also a fan of Hillsongs' music.
Who is Gali? The best way to get a glimpse of this man is by reading his bio in his own site Gali - Heaven's Sounds ... Here on Earth. Don't freak out if you do not understand Spanish. There's a button somewhere in the site that says "in English." I find his story inspiring simply because he discovered his calling at a very early age. Okay so maybe he was unaware of it at 5 years old. But it seems that from that time his father bought a keyboard, the first time he set his fingers on it must have been a defining moment in his life.
I suppose, another way of getting to know this great musician, is of course by his music. Here's Gali doing his cover of another worship song by Hillsongs. Some of you may be familiar with it, but before you hit that play button, please scroll down, all the way to the bottom of this blog and press the pause button of my Mixpod, so that you won't be hearing two different music at the same time.
You might be wondering why I said music is his calling. Quoting from his site, here's why I thought of that :
Within his entire musical success, GALĂ has never ceased to move away from the original purpose in music which is to positively affect the heart of the people through the talent God gave him as a child.
I couldn't think of a better way to express gratitude for the talents God gave us than by using it to glorify Him and bless others. How I wish I were like that with my guitar...very passionate, focused, and intense for the craft. I suppose it's not yet too late for me hahaha! Oh by the way, at the home page of Gali's site, you'll find this box that says "Musica Gratis." It simply means, free music, so go on and get free samplers of his original music. I downloaded some of it already and quite enjoying the sounds of heavenly music.
I suppose, badminton and some light drizzle wouldn't have conflicts with each other...that is if you're playing indoors. I was playing badminton with a colleague barely a half hour ago in the basketball court. It's not a covered court so you're exposed to the elements. It wasn't very windy so the shuttle cock don't have a problem with wind resistance. But just thirty minutes of playing, here comes a light drizzle. I would have continued to play as I'm not one who's prone to getting sick with a little rain. I actually like the feel of those tiny rain drops on my skin...But my companion called it quits already as she's afraid she might catch a cold or have fever.
Last Saturday, I went on a plant visit to a couple of suppliers that provide raw materials for our company. Our group was first ushered to the conference room while we were waiting for the technical manager who would present the company profile and products. The room was actually newly constructed and quite bare except for the long conference table and chairs.....and a nice artwork on the wall. I was staring at the metal artwork for quite a long time, taking in the details. I was also looking for the artist's signature but I couldn't find one.
I'm not really going to talk about how to end hunger in the world. Just telling here an amusing story that could have turned tragic, but I thank God that I was reminded of important lessons instead.
I've mentioned before that on weekdays, I have breakfast with my colleagues at around 9 am. It's the breakfast club, as I would call it. On ordinary days, one of us, whoever couldn't contain the pang of hunger, would call out and say the magic words: "Let's eat!" That is then followed by a frenzy of preparing the plates, spoons, forks and not to forget my cup of coffee. No breakfast is ever complete without that. This morning is a little bit different from the usual.
