Like a summer breeze, it comes and goes, and refreshes you in the process. Before I know it, the 3-month vacation will be coming to an end in a week's time. At least this time, it had been rather fruitful, unlike the previous one. I am thankful for the opportunities that I got and for the people that I've met during these 3 months. My colleagues, or rather, former colleagues, had been a wonderful bunch of people. It was them that made my stay there so enjoyable despite the occasional nasty calls. Even though most of us are studying in NUS and we might bump into each other at some time or another, I guessed the time span is much too short for any lasting friendships to be established. At times, human feelings can be rather strange. When I was still working, I wished the end of July would come soon. But now that the day has come, there is a sense of loss as well. A part of me wished that it would not end so soon. Yet time waits for no man.
Other than working, there was also the charity event organized by NVAC. Initially, I had agreed to help out with this event mainly because I had thought that I would not be able to find a job and this beats slacking at home. I had to admit that during the 2 months that we spent on this event, there were times when I was reminded of what happened in the past and the fear that history would repeat itself. Thankfully, it turned out to be anything but that. 16th July had come and gone. All those weeks of preparation materialized on that one day.
Then again, this event was not without its fair share of problems either. From the venue to the program to the response rate, it had not always been smooth sailing. When we were informed about the change in the venue, I was worried enough to call up the project director to clarify with him on whether this event was still part of the food festival. And he was nice enough to call me up that night to follow up on that question. When he started sharing about his fears and worries, I began to feel rather helpless, as it seemed that there is nothing much that I can do but pray for him. The program itself was plagued with problems too. At the first dry run, the time taken was far from our expectations and much change had to be done. The second dry run fared slightly better but it still wasn't good enough and time wasn't exactly on our side either. The idea of dropping one checkpoint area was brought up but none of us could bear to do so because of the efforts that each group had put in. Finally, it was circumstances (read: ndp rehearsals) that caused the civic district to be dropped.
Besides the programming committee, helping out with marketing had been an enriching experience too, though the rejections were not always so easy to accept and I did not exactly get along so well with the marketing head at the beginning.
However, I can't help but compare this to the time when we were organizing the run. Then, we did not have a clear direction and we seemed to be finding our way as we went along but this time, the committee had a leader in him. Though it was by no means a one-man effort, I guessed I do admire his capability in organizing this whole event and how the others in the committee respect and listen to him. It seemed there is much that I can learn from all these. In the midst of it all, I hoped that the initial purpose had not been forgotten.
Now, I can truly say that it had indeed been worth it. No doubt there was a sense of relief as well. But it has been 2 weeks and whatever adrenalin and determination that had propelled this entire affair had since died down. It seemed that we are just tying up the loose ends at the moment. Yet I know that this is one experience that I do not want to forget.
Other than working, there was also the charity event organized by NVAC. Initially, I had agreed to help out with this event mainly because I had thought that I would not be able to find a job and this beats slacking at home. I had to admit that during the 2 months that we spent on this event, there were times when I was reminded of what happened in the past and the fear that history would repeat itself. Thankfully, it turned out to be anything but that. 16th July had come and gone. All those weeks of preparation materialized on that one day.
Then again, this event was not without its fair share of problems either. From the venue to the program to the response rate, it had not always been smooth sailing. When we were informed about the change in the venue, I was worried enough to call up the project director to clarify with him on whether this event was still part of the food festival. And he was nice enough to call me up that night to follow up on that question. When he started sharing about his fears and worries, I began to feel rather helpless, as it seemed that there is nothing much that I can do but pray for him. The program itself was plagued with problems too. At the first dry run, the time taken was far from our expectations and much change had to be done. The second dry run fared slightly better but it still wasn't good enough and time wasn't exactly on our side either. The idea of dropping one checkpoint area was brought up but none of us could bear to do so because of the efforts that each group had put in. Finally, it was circumstances (read: ndp rehearsals) that caused the civic district to be dropped.
Besides the programming committee, helping out with marketing had been an enriching experience too, though the rejections were not always so easy to accept and I did not exactly get along so well with the marketing head at the beginning.
However, I can't help but compare this to the time when we were organizing the run. Then, we did not have a clear direction and we seemed to be finding our way as we went along but this time, the committee had a leader in him. Though it was by no means a one-man effort, I guessed I do admire his capability in organizing this whole event and how the others in the committee respect and listen to him. It seemed there is much that I can learn from all these. In the midst of it all, I hoped that the initial purpose had not been forgotten.
Now, I can truly say that it had indeed been worth it. No doubt there was a sense of relief as well. But it has been 2 weeks and whatever adrenalin and determination that had propelled this entire affair had since died down. It seemed that we are just tying up the loose ends at the moment. Yet I know that this is one experience that I do not want to forget.
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