When you have a nice Fri night- Sun night, you wonder why there isn't this day called the Monday's Eve, when you rest from all the fun and wearied legs from Sunday, and gear up for a Monday. Then you call home and realise everyone has Hari Raya and stinky Monday off. First time in my life I really want to celebrate Hari Raya!




It's been a rather exciting weekend, not that I have many left anyway.
I have no time to blog about it in detail (yet), just want to pen down some thoughts from the talk I had with Creamo :)

I was going on and on about the time when I served in Pastoral, and I actually listed out fond memories that I have kinda shoved at the back of my head- all the funny meetings Kar & Tracie and I had, planning about caregroup gatherings each week, The caregroup at J8 where there was a food hunt and we ended up dancing to "Walk, walk, walk, walk in the light...!" at a playground nearby, Pouring water into plastic containers at KFC for an analogy while shepherding JieLing, Talking on the phone for really long with SeePeng & Rach till very late one night, The V-day caregroup where we threw heart shaped soap thingies everywhere and had some wing decor, The longgg sharing with Zion core at Cartel table that changed everything, Emu's singing lessons for me (okay, this one not very fond memory, but necessary HAHA), All the ABS-es (I am embarrassed to say what it stands for), Planning for Facade and seeing Rachel Fong and Quek as a stage couple HAW HAW HAW, Having Prajitna as my guitarist one DMM morning and him with his NEW strumming method, seeing PS Shirls clapping and telling us about applause from heaven after Passion, and the list just keeps going on and on and on.

And On.

It makes me grateful, and it makes me realise I want to keep remembering all these.
And make new memories with you, Y-Comm, adding on to what we already have...
and I wonder if you remember them, Mr Moses.