I wonder if it was better if I blogged yesterday. I mean the feeling was stronger last night. There was so much I wanted to say. Just 1 day and now I have no idea how to express those thoughts that had went back to their hiding places.

Let me try to organise my thoughts again.
Firstly, I was at the VJChoir concert. Altos met up for dinner and we chatted.
The same old topics like what have you been doing, which uni you want to go, the old days, choir stuff, etc. I miss singing in a choir. I believe we all do. It's always like that, people tend to miss the times that they can no longer go back to. When the whole thing was over, you will miss the happy times and forget all about the hardwork, stress, sian-ness that you've gone through. Those tough moments that you used to say never to have to go through again.

Singing no man was touching. to us it's a song to bring back past memory. However, to them it marks the end of their journey. From now on you can no longer make changes, but only look back to what you've done.

Well, you always make girls feel special. I wonder if that's a talent or a curse. I hoped I was different, but I guess it was just another typical relationship you have. So I will let it go and move on. No point holding on to meaningless feelings.

Secondly, I should be more optimistic. It's their first few weeks and I'm already scaring them with the work. I guess no matter how bad it was I survived for 3 months, so that means they may be able to do so . It's my last week but the baggages on my shoulders doesn't have to be passed onto them. Let them find their own and carry them till the end.

2 more days .
Actually, days without work doesn't seem much more interesting now.