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The bane of introversion... melancholy. Haha.

Some photos were requested which required me to rummage through my archived collection that dates back to 2001. Looking through photos of yesteryears brought back lots of really nice memories... yet at the same time a tinge of regret (I never knew some of my boys were so traumatized by the phrase when I used that as the subject heading in a mail I sent them to inform them that their competition entry had been disqualified... hur hur), knowing that those days won't return anymore.

And the thing about maintaining friendships and relationships... even in youth ministry, there's so much that I'm missing now. It's been such a different year... and even though I meet boys around the same age the whole week round now, it's just different. In school the distance inevitably exists. Don't think I'll ever know anyone of them as deeply as I'll know some of the guys in youth ministry, journeying along with them not just in their joys but in their struggles and sorrows.

And now that I'm taking a break off ministry... it's like, well. It does feel like I've lost something. I was so happy when I bumped into Zeb the day before at the stevens rd bus stop - he was on his way for gym training... the exchange of greeting was cordial, but that was about it.

Aye. Not to mention the initial years when the Living Stones came to be. Or the Mustard Seeds days. And the forming of the numbers. Even Gpp and the Kakis.

It's gonna be really quiet this year I guess... haha.

Once in a while... just once in a while.