in the face of love.

Give thanks to the Lord, for he is good.
His love endures forever.
Psalm 136:1

its 4am in the morning and i can't sleep.i've been thinking.i've been reflecting.i was just lying on my bed with my earphones plugged in and i was just listening to music.just for the record, i don't just patronize classical music.i listen to almost everything.including ching music.and the song that was playing was photograph by nickelback.to me its one of those songs that tend to make one think about stuff.and memories really come flooding back.its not as if im really old and i've lived a good ripe long life or anything.but still.and i thought about how im leaving the 'school life' as in, a life where you wake up, however reluctantly, and rush to catch the bus/mrt/taxi/car to school.where you crap(not literally) with your friends and all before assembly,and make fun of the sec1/sec2/sec3/sec4/j1 who's had a bad hair day/morning or just simply look funny with a pimple outbreak/unmatched pair of socks/bit of cereal still left on the person's cheek.and with adequate moaning and groaning, drag that ten ton feet to class and start lessons.and during boring lessons, you read under the table/pass notes/doodle on the notes that the teacher just passed out/sms/sleep/laugh at the person beside you drool while he or she sleeps.and the delightful bell rings to remind you of the next lesson/reccess/break and you grab your stuff and start shuffling off out of the classroom, remarking about how the lesson was really boring/the lesson was really enriching/the person sitting beside you is so funny when he or she sleeps.and queuing up in the canteen for a plate of chicken rice/duck rice/chicken chop/lamb chop/pork chop/mee goreng/nasi lemak/fried rice and finding that really elusive seat that always seem to be occupied.and laughing loudly without a care in the world with your friends,showcasing that rice/noodle/piece of meat stuck in your front tooth.and after school, while waiting for your cca/extra class/detention class to commence, gossip with your pals about anyone passing your table.finally cca starts.and you start mumbling to yourself what a slavedriver/torturer/evil soul/wolf in sheep's clothing your coach/conductor/instructor/teacher-in-charge/officer really is.and after hours of dancing/singing/drill/intensive training/torture/acting/playing on an instrument/playing chess, you and your cca mates pop down to the the nearest ice-cream palour/coffeeshop/hawker centre/shopping mall/fast-food restaurant to unwind and just crap with each other(not literally).and finally heading home to switch on your computer to play maple story/audition/runescape or just simply continue gossiping/sharing study tips/crapping over msn/skype/yahoo messenger.and with gtg/cya/bye you switch off your com,jump into bed(after homework and dinner) and prepare for the next mudane school day.for those still in it, learn to cherish it.learn to enjoy it.don't complain.make the most of it.because ure going to miss it.big time.

and that's not all to school.there's still the cheering for your netball girls/hockey boys/long d runners/mid d runners/short d runners/batminton boys/batminton girls/soccer dudes/swimming peeps/sportsmen/sportswomen with your school.and attending concerts of the school chinese dance/indian dance/malay dance/western dance/modern dance/choir/drama/millitary band/symphony band/harp ensemble/guitar ensemble/performing art.and participating in the orientation in the beginning of the year, looking out for ways to improve/the new hot guy/the new chiobu/funny looking people and just basically enjoying each other's company, playing games and everything.and on valentine's day, buying pink balloons/chocolates/sweets/flowers/cards and presenting them to your loved ones/loved one/potential victim of a gag and content yourself laughing at that desperate guy/girl/unknown just yet embarassing himself/herself/itself giving a rose/something along that line to the admired.and on birthdays, where people get cards/cakes/dunked into the fountain/presents/bashed up(literally).ah, the joys of teenage living.for those in in, learn to cherish it.learn to enjoy it.don't complain.make the most of it.because ure going to miss it.big time.

its also not just the stuff you do.its the many feelings you feel and things you can never experience anyway else in your life.like your first crush.like getting top in a subject.like being chosen to be the chairman/chairwoman/class monitor.like becoming council president/house captain/head prefect.like being the school valedictorian.like being chosen to be prom king/prom queen/prom person.like being the school's sportsboy.like topping the level/country.like undertaking your o levels/a levels.like friendship.like disappointment.like exhilaration.like joy.like misery.like pain.like love.for those in it, learn to cherish it.learn to enjoy it.don't complain.make the most of it.because ure going to miss it.big time.

and also the spirit of a whole school cheering together.the forging of a friendship.the swearing in of the prefects/council peeps.the going home together with a friend.the nonsense filled moments.the long phone calls.the strolling down the canteen corridor.the tears.the laughs.for those in it, learn to cherish it.learn to enjoy it.don't complain.make the most of it.because ure going to miss it.big time.

really.

now its how to save a life by the fray.and im still thinking.so i've decided to blog.to say i really miss it all.but i shouldn't regret.i should instead thank God for all i've been through and cherish it.and that's what im going to do.
thank you God for 2/1.
thank you God for 3/6.
thank you God for css choir.
thank you God for css.
thank you God for acjc.
thank you God for valkyries.
thank you God for everything.

his love endures forever.

last chance for one last dance.

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