Eight days a week* - The Beatles

It has been crazy - the past week. I thought things would slow down a lil after the crazy month of Feb. But it din. No letting up. Even if i have 8 days a week, i still won't find time to cram everything in. In fact, i believe i have lived and worked 8 days in the past week!!! Yet by God's grace, another week has gone by. And i think i earned the right for this kinda posts once in a while - the really boring narration of the events that went by in the past 8 days.

Can't seem to find a word to describe it. It's prolly not possible. Extremes - from tears of joy to cries of hurt, the happiness of walking down memory lane and the uncertainty of looking to the future, drawing so close to God and flirting wif sin, catching up wif old frens and establishing new ones, daring to dream again and feeling utterly hopeless...

It all started exactly 1 week ago when i woke up and dragged meself for a mamak session wif me old Uni mates. After all, it was polling day eve and Chris was back in town - a good excuse to meet up once again... and talk politics! What a wonderful reunion - altho the subject matter was rather sad, looking at the pathetic condition our country is in. It only made us all the more resolute to wake up early next day and lodge our protest!

The next day was Yu Jin's wedding - a time to catch up wif old mates again! Another reunion of sorts as people from S'pore and Jakarta came back. The evening however was spent waiting on the text messages informing us of the results of the elections. As the night went on, hopes begin to soar. Are we witnessing a dawn of a new age?

Reunion of sorts - from M'sia, Indonesia and S'pore.
(pic stolen from Jes Min's FB)

What a wonderful feeling to wake up living in an opposition state - and witnessing something i never thought i would - democracy emerging in our land! After more than 50 years of existence, have we finally come of age? We live in most exciting times!

Sunday was the start of another new change for me too - i've been switched to become a tenor!!! No more singing bass parts. The choir mistress decided to take a chance and thought my baritone voice would be better suited singing the tenor part. It was challenging - and so much fun! (And for the record, it did not rain on Sunday nite).

The week at school promised to be interesting - and it lived up to it. First thing Monday morning, we just hung out along the corridor of our staff room and chatted about the unbelievable and wonderful events of the last weekend, everyone being supporters of the opposition.

The Head of School from Reading came over. Had the opportunity to sit in and listened to some presentation for Consti and we had this forum on Parliamentary Reform in Malaysia. The forum was loads of fun - a little on the light side, tho. But perhaps the panelists were catering to the great number of students in the audience.

Last nite, i went out wif me old office mates to celebrate the retirement of one of me colleagues - it was fun, a mixture of oldies and those who have left together with those who are still faithfully there and the ones who have takn over from us since we left. Good food, good fun, good memories. Each of us had given such a huge part of our lives (and some still are giving) to that little law firm.

The veterans seated while the newbies stand behind

Work did not let up and sleep was sacrificed - the scary thing is that i'm getting used to the catnaps here and there, working on the laptop while the world is spinning around you!

Let's not forget another wonderful nite in Europe for the mighty Reds! Woohoo!

Pic taken from BBC News Online

Things slowed down to a nice halt this afternoon when i finished the last class of the week and just hung out wif me students. Came home and decided to watch a movie. Sleep beckons - is hollering, in fact, but lemme finish this first.

What a week! Next promises more excitement - holy week, debates, peer observation (now tt's gonna be really interesting if i get me way...), dress rehearsal for KL International Marathon, Good Friday and Easter.

Never a dull moment! And enjoying it.

* According to Paul, the title of this song was inspired by a chauffeur who told Paul (while driving him to John's place) that he had been working hard - eight days a week.