it started out with a xmas outreach at toa payoh. to a group of oldies at a void deck. lolz caroling (very... hm...avant-garde~), bingo, karaoke (for them... which means tian mimi and yueliangdaibiaowodexin faintZ), lunch and gifts! i was rather tired out by the whole thing. had language barrier. and basically i felt quite screwed up. but i guess giving its not abt yourself at all. it's abt the other party. many of us find gratification in serving others... and that's good and all. what could be nicer than getting pleasure from others' pleasure? but sometimes even tho when u feel like shit, when u feel u don't have anything to contribute, when u cannot find any meaning and gratification from an act of consideration, u still have to do it. because it's not abt u. it's abt them. that's giving.
then had band prac. i realize that band concerts is not just abt that day. not just abt the concert itself. it's the little laughs we have during band prac. lolz the times we piss qh/the other conductor off when we start doing nonsense and miss our parts. the times when our rehearsals suddenly sound so perfect... because these beautiful things are so transient. perfection doesn't come abt by design. and it's in the journey that we must appreciate the flowers along the roadside.
and bmt! lolz such a twist. i rushed home from j8 after a swift dinner with hx, venetia, yh and mervin. took cab~ then shang's mum came to pick me up. around braddell, lolz shang called me (prob cos his mum nv pick up) to ask if HIS mum can go to j8 to pick him up. laughZ. anyway, zh and peck was there. even tho hm the 4 of us didn't get a chance to play together. but we did go out for supper after that. at makansutra as usual.
going out with zh is always so thought-provoking and intriguing. even inspiring. because beneath his bullshit and corny jokes lies a core of pure unadulterated depth and insight, unleashed in pithy bursts of humor and charisma. what a lethal combination.
and it ended off with a nice chat with shang in the mrt ride home. so much meaning in a normal saturday. but it's really up to us... to put on rosy-tinted or darkened glasses... "To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower"
Name: Foo Guo Zhong Melvyn
Age: 19+
Affiliations: MSHS (Pri), Rosyth, RI, RJC, SFX (LoG)
Bday: 14th Nov
Email: mel_protoss@hotmail.com
it started out with a xmas outreach at toa payoh. to a group of oldies at a void deck. lolz caroling (very... hm...avant-garde~), bingo, karaoke (for them... which means tian mimi and yueliangdaibiaowodexin faintZ), lunch and gifts! i was rather tired out by the whole thing. had language barrier. and basically i felt quite screwed up. but i guess giving its not abt yourself at all. it's abt the other party. many of us find gratification in serving others... and that's good and all. what could be nicer than getting pleasure from others' pleasure? but sometimes even tho when u feel like shit, when u feel u don't have anything to contribute, when u cannot find any meaning and gratification from an act of consideration, u still have to do it. because it's not abt u. it's abt them. that's giving.
then had band prac. i realize that band concerts is not just abt that day. not just abt the concert itself. it's the little laughs we have during band prac. lolz the times we piss qh/the other conductor off when we start doing nonsense and miss our parts. the times when our rehearsals suddenly sound so perfect... because these beautiful things are so transient. perfection doesn't come abt by design. and it's in the journey that we must appreciate the flowers along the roadside.
and bmt! lolz such a twist. i rushed home from j8 after a swift dinner with hx, venetia, yh and mervin. took cab~ then shang's mum came to pick me up. around braddell, lolz shang called me (prob cos his mum nv pick up) to ask if HIS mum can go to j8 to pick him up. laughZ. anyway, zh and peck was there. even tho hm the 4 of us didn't get a chance to play together. but we did go out for supper after that. at makansutra as usual.
going out with zh is always so thought-provoking and intriguing. even inspiring. because beneath his bullshit and corny jokes lies a core of pure unadulterated depth and insight, unleashed in pithy bursts of humor and charisma. what a lethal combination.
and it ended off with a nice chat with shang in the mrt ride home. so much meaning in a normal saturday. but it's really up to us... to put on rosy-tinted or darkened glasses... "To see a world in a grain of sand And a heaven in a wild flower"