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Tuesday, July 01, 2008
Yup, concert has come and gone. Sunday night was really surreal, just sitting down in church and realising that all the months of practices and planning actually came down to that very night. It was then that I realised how this journey actually made me a happier person in many ways, despite the rush to meetings after work and the brainstormings that came one after another. The cool air in church, the warm feeling of the wooden pew and the fact that I was oblivious to the post-concert bustle that surrounded me when I just thought back and recounted all those events. It made singing with a smile easier and also loosened me up to even sway and move at the alter. I'm still in awe.
But well, it also means that everything has come to an end. The Wednesday practices that made me have something to look forward to during the first 2 days of work, and meetings on Thursday which was tucked away peacefully at Upper East Coast Road. Meetings which were productive and fun as well. Watching the seasoned people like Mel, Darren and Sandrine slowly come up with the foundation while the younger 'noob' ones build their ideas around it. I might not have been the brain, nor was I the work horse... but somehow the tiny little ways that I contributed to this massive project does payback wonders. The satisfaction is simply amazing. I've organised events and projects in school before, but nothing would come close to seeing a parishioner being touched by your actions to the point of tearing. (Well, I think she was tearing). Ahhhh, the bliss of leaving a positive mark on another soul.
I could do with more of such actions. I've been evil for too long now. Heh.
Stop laughing you fools!
Monday @ T3 to send Jo off for her studies at Aussieland. There goes my delightful taxi buddy who makes cab rides a rib bursting experience with all her jokes and sarcasm. You know, I've never really liked farewells. When it's my turn, I would seriously prefer to walk through that customs clearance alone with no one behind me. Not my parents, my sibling, my extended family nor any of my friends. I don't want to look back and wave goodbye.
I've never been one for goodbyes.
Mumbled @ {10:16 PM}
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