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Just when i thought the (soap opera) manipal love syndrome is over, there blooms another couple. There's no end to this, is it?...ish
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'Caroling' is over and done, but the heartache lives on inside (taken from: emotions, destiny child)...oooo... Oh i Just miss it so much. It is activities like this that keeps me going - makes life sweeter everytime.
When everybody is grouped together, all of which have the single intention of singing and having fun; even the croaking frog can be called a sweet nightingale. It really does not matter whether the singing is unrefined or only amateur material. When it comes from the heart...POW WOW... it transforms into a impressive sight to behold. The caroling on the 10th of December, happened that way.
So... introducing... the FOUR musketeers comprising of Farrel, Linges, Shao Sze and I, the seriously DRUNKEN frogs!!!!
Vincent shared a tale from his Bread of Life pastor that we carolers are akin to angels (hmm... how do you merge drunken frogs and angels?...). What he meant was, in the bible, angels were the messengers, announcing the birth of Christ to lowly shepherds and the guiding star to the three oriental kings. Thus carolers, in visiting houses... etc, are doing what the angels did... by becoming God's loving messengers... yeay!!!
Then he added that we must act like angels (and not frogs... muahahhaha).
Hot and tired we were as the hours passed by, nevertheless we were getting better and better in spirit and in croaking. Many of us did not have dinner beforehand as it started kind of early. We hungry dogs (or frogs) literally lived on the food offered to us by our generous lecturers as sustenance... and i can proudly say, it was more then sufficient (even though most of it was cake, fruit cake and more cake! argh... come on ppl... be grateful!!!!!!!!..remember we are angels!)
And thus angels we were for fullfilling our one day mission.
I remember last year, after a caroling session in acharya compound, the last house of our list that year, my fellow batch 15 senior testified that he was really happy - not the happiness by which you laugh about and forget about it the next moment but that of a manifestation... through a churning stomach, a jumping heart and a flying ecstatic mind. He felt as though at any moment, he could reflexively clap and dance.
That is the undiscovered therapy, medicine will elude us. Even our very own junior can agree to this (before she got sick the next day... for missing monday's singing so much...haha), since it was her first ever experience of caroling, and on top of that, it was good for friendship building!..hint* hint* the short note on top.
In the end, it was a successful outing, and i would like to thank those who had come and those who had tried but couldn't make it, and special thanks to Patrick and Nickson (guitarist), Zhong and Steph (organiser) and Vincent (spiritual director... is he a frog or an angel?). Merry Christmas and God bless!!!!!...
now back to the books....
Just when i thought the (soap opera) manipal love syndrome is over, there blooms another couple. There's no end to this, is it?...ish
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'Caroling' is over and done, but the heartache lives on inside (taken from: emotions, destiny child)...oooo... Oh i Just miss it so much. It is activities like this that keeps me going - makes life sweeter everytime.
When everybody is grouped together, all of which have the single intention of singing and having fun; even the croaking frog can be called a sweet nightingale. It really does not matter whether the singing is unrefined or only amateur material. When it comes from the heart...POW WOW... it transforms into a impressive sight to behold. The caroling on the 10th of December, happened that way.
So... introducing... the FOUR musketeers comprising of Farrel, Linges, Shao Sze and I, the seriously DRUNKEN frogs!!!!
Vincent shared a tale from his Bread of Life pastor that we carolers are akin to angels (hmm... how do you merge drunken frogs and angels?...). What he meant was, in the bible, angels were the messengers, announcing the birth of Christ to lowly shepherds and the guiding star to the three oriental kings. Thus carolers, in visiting houses... etc, are doing what the angels did... by becoming God's loving messengers... yeay!!!
Then he added that we must act like angels (and not frogs... muahahhaha).
Hot and tired we were as the hours passed by, nevertheless we were getting better and better in spirit and in croaking. Many of us did not have dinner beforehand as it started kind of early. We hungry dogs (or frogs) literally lived on the food offered to us by our generous lecturers as sustenance... and i can proudly say, it was more then sufficient (even though most of it was cake, fruit cake and more cake! argh... come on ppl... be grateful!!!!!!!!..remember we are angels!)
And thus angels we were for fullfilling our one day mission.
I remember last year, after a caroling session in acharya compound, the last house of our list that year, my fellow batch 15 senior testified that he was really happy - not the happiness by which you laugh about and forget about it the next moment but that of a manifestation... through a churning stomach, a jumping heart and a flying ecstatic mind. He felt as though at any moment, he could reflexively clap and dance.
That is the undiscovered therapy, medicine will elude us. Even our very own junior can agree to this (before she got sick the next day... for missing monday's singing so much...haha), since it was her first ever experience of caroling, and on top of that, it was good for friendship building!..hint* hint* the short note on top.
In the end, it was a successful outing, and i would like to thank those who had come and those who had tried but couldn't make it, and special thanks to Patrick and Nickson (guitarist), Zhong and Steph (organiser) and Vincent (spiritual director... is he a frog or an angel?). Merry Christmas and God bless!!!!!...
now back to the books....
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