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| by comrade commissar | Thomas | @ Sunday, September 12, 2004, 2:22:00 PM | permalink |
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School holidays are coming to an end, and before it does, there's Sunday to pass through.
Another madcap Sunday. I whizz into basement of my church, where the Children's Service is held. Quickly put down my bag, eyebrows in a furrow, as I scramble to get out my props. I look after kids on Sunday. A quick glance at the clock. Crap, its 8:40am. Why didn't the 157 bus driver see me frantically running from behind, arms in a semi-dangling/waving manner? Only 20 minutes left before the first children's service starts at 9. Did he even notice me change to an angry universal hand gesture as I stood in the empty bus stop? A quick last minute check with the other "teachers". Worried about my A Levels Prelims paper tomorrow. A thumbs-up signal given to the multimedia crew. Did I do enough preparation for my Lit? 9am. Livin' on a prayer. Stretch, flex, Warm up abit. Let's do this thing. I get onto the stage. "Gooooood morning CHILDREN!" "Good morning Uncle Thomas!!!" After.. 7 years now.. I've become quite confortable in this setting. Stage fright? Just trust the G'. Hakuna Matata~ After my energy level is fully up, the excitement and joy becomes natural. There is something magical about making children's eyes light up and having them smile. In a way, as we serve the child seated on the floor, we also pacify our own inner child. Clowning, puppetry, song & dance.. Put on the correct look, and you become a doctor/pilot/business man/engineer/teacher/sportsman for a 10-15 minute spell. Today, I transformed into a world-class soccer coach for a 20 minute drama special. No wonder my church 'aunty', who has been around since I was in P1, once remarked that working with kids makes her feel 10 years younger. The work is its own reward. And *blink*, its 12:30pm. 2 sessions of Kidz' Church have ended. As surreal as the experience was for me and the other church workers, in a few months, what happened today will be nothing more than disjointed memories of hilarious antics and (maybe) some serious moments in the children's heads. But who knows what thoughts these little ones are bringing back home? And we helpers start to clear up the place, some band members stay behind to practice for next week's session, others leave, to rest at home abit before their normal average-person weekdays on Monday. Same here. After all the grumbling and anxiety, it was worth it. I felt so alive for that short period. When its time to leave, I hear the lyrics of local live band The Ocean's "Sunday Everyday" in my head: "I wanna stay... Never go away.And the lights go out in the basement. |
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You go bro! Every sunday lives in yr heart...
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Jason @ times 9:47 PM, September 12, 2004
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wait.. so before you went to church... you gave someone the bird? Bwahahaa. Wtf.
- by comrade Jeiel Aranal @ times 8:23 AM, September 13, 2004
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what to say? life has so many frustrations.
- by comrade Thomas @ times 10:03 AM, September 13, 2004
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