there are so many things in life that you've have to do,
but what to do first and what to do last are the very important questions.

sometimes i asked myself by doing something and forsaking something else,
is it worth it? is it worth the sacrifice?

there was this time i have to choose the 30 hrs famine camp or the first dress etude rehearsal. i was quite caught in a dilemna because yanru and nat were both sick, so asking them to go for rehearsal was a little too much but to me, not going for the 30 hrs famine camp will be a wasted opportunity to expose myself to the "serving the community" world.
and obviously, i chose the former.

i admit i am selfish. i only care for myself. i do things just for the sake of me, annie.
but don't you reckon that those who choose the latter will do that because of their commitments and most importantly their passion for band.
and for me, serving the community is my passion.

during the debrief of the first day activities during the famine camp, a very brave girl stood up and criticised the entire famine camp programme. she said that the camp weren't doing anything concrete and feasible to help the people in poverty like raising funds actively rather than having simulation games or smth.

many people raised up to oppose her view and this was what one of them said,

"yeah, it's true that this may seem not as productive in helping them. many of us here have the luxury of a shelther over our head, air con in our rooms, nice comfy beds and when everyone finished the whole famine camp, we will return home with our parents cooing over our health, our hunger and everything. it's true that the camp will be pretty much useless but i am sure that at the end of the camp, there will be at least one who are willing to stand up and continue to make a difference in others' lives. just one, and our camp is not to a waste."

i think it was HOSEA, the very charming campmaster of habitat for humanity, who said it.
(he's in charge of a project with my sis' workplace and i am so busy trying to matchmake them!)

and it's so true.
yes, i still enjoyed the air con, i still love eating more than i need, i still use tissue paper like no one's business during my morning sinus. nothing had changed after the famine camp, but i know, i really really really wanna serve. serve the community and i was very sure of my this career path since secondary school days, just that it was more of a talk than actions.

this is my passion.
and i believed there a whole lot out there who are like me! :D

a large part of the reason is because of my sis ((:

and today's a HAPPY HAPPY DAY ((:
me and jas went down to jgs though our cts are not over yet and it really made my day :D

so we mugged (or rather i tried to mug) at kap before cip and we ended up taking pics, chatting abt God and religion and the different churches, kids and of cos a little bnw and glass menagerie.

at kap:

the very cute boy who plays a blue balloon.

the very cute boy's very cute sister

jgs:

she's faharna. she's autistic. when you talked to her, she will not speak and when she thinks you are not looking, she will look up to see if u were still waiting for her reply. she was shunning away when she saw my camera.

jiabao. he's one of the most hyper kid. the cleverest actually. he's ADORES swimming! :D

winston who hates swimming

waiheng. he got the smoothest skin on earth. his skin was so smooth i thought i was holding on to a piece of silk and wearing socks for silk :D

jas' persona fave. fatihah :D

she shares a very close relationship with farharna. they could communicate very well in their own gibberish language that even ms jasmine did not understand. they were talking and laughing thruout the whole bus trip (their topic was on a tree)

was a very heartwarming scene ((:

my personal fave. hafyz.

he's simply adorable and hilarious. he used to shit and pee in his pants so often that he was left with NO extra shorts (his mum packed 2 pairs in his bag). he loves swimming too.

(in fact, all the kids love it except winston, though fatihah has a little phobia)

i love kids. i love them. but i hate those queer stares and looks when we walked past the NORMAL people at the swimming pool.

who's weirder? them or a sensible person who tempts their own fellow beings?

me and jas had a hearty dinner. fried oysters. charkwayteow. fish porridge. sugarcane

cos' it was super tiring yet very rewarding.

i am an asshole.