I am sitting at a bus stop in tampines waiting for 17 to arrive as I type this post. Today was a really eventful day, from a horrible driving lesson to a really fun section party in church to the sombre wake of a dear friend's father.
The past few days have been quite a blur, slacking around in the bunk playing pokemon. I have inevitably sunk into the ord mood despite it being slightly over six months to go. Can't wait to bust out of that dreadful, dreary camp that has only come to epitomize my restricted life, come to symbolize but frustration and yet patience.
Last week I wa put down for ndp duty. The implication of that was that I would have to attend 12 straight Sundays of rehearsals. Even as I think about it now, I can't shake off that feeling of uber dread that I was experiencing even as I contemplated not going to church for 3 solid months. Thank God for seeing this through and now I'm out. It made me realize now how much time I spend in church and how my life just revolves around it and it really made me appreciate much more the real privilege it is to be found, week after week, in the house of God.
I was at Goh Keng Swee's funeral on Sunday. Such a privilege, really to be able to go. He was a really important figure, a Titan, unlike any other and I believe many singaporeans are indebted to this great man. To be at the funeral in the company of the nation's movers and shakers, to listen to glowing and at times heartfelt tributes to a founding father from the likes of lee kwan yew, was really a privilege.
Now I'm on the bus home. My thoughts drift to the just-concluded meeting with my old secondary school council friends. We had gathered to attend the wake of a friend's father. It's been such a long time since I met them and it's great to see all of them moving on with their lives.
I would say more I guess. But I can't stand typing on the iPhone keypad so ill just leave it here. Till I get the mood to blog again...
