I know this is supposed to go onto my personal blog, but heck with that, this needs publicity.

I love ACJC. It sounds very, very premature, but I love the school.

Feeling awfully melancholic this Saturday. After 4 days of amazing orientation, this Saturday feels a little empty.
It has been four days of focused orientation in school. I love my OG, I love my OGLs, I love every one of them. The past four days have been magical.

So, going through today without shouting any AC cheer feels so empty. It feels depressing, honestly. I suppose that is a testament to the quality of orientation. Other than that little bit at the end of course.

Oooh, ooooooh, AC boleh, AC boleh.

I guess I’m also feeling melancholic because I feel like I’m entering into a new stage of life alone. So many people are going into polytechnics. Now, there’s nothing wrong with polytechnics, but so few are joining me in the wild journey of A levels.

Which brings me to the issue of zone F, or as it’s now known, Secondary School Service. There was this gnawing feeling that I haven’t been receiving from Sec schl service as much as I’ve used to. Main services challenged my intellect so much more. Another disclaimer, the messages in secondary school service are as powerful as ever, but I’m not the target demographic anymore.

I felt more at home with David, Karen, Jessica, Amanda, Isabella, Keith, Hafiz, Darren, Ruowei, Jessica (there are two), Vivian, Yong Qin, Cherie, Adeline, Nant, Yen Yin, Jennifer, Medwin then walking around church earlier.

Orientation Hangover, it’ll go away soon….. hopefully.

So, a new phase of life… And I feel like I’m wrestling with my relationship with God every weekend.