"Boh-Piah"

Day two of study break. Woke up at like 11am (ya, if no one wakes me up I will sleep in like a pig haha) The realisation is so strong. In just one more year, I will be 18. EIGHTEEN, an adult. I'm not ready to be an adult, Im just a stupid kid who thinks he is damn smart. (Although here in singapore the age for total freedom is 21, 18 is like universal)

I don't want to grow up, I still want to live happily each day, to wake up, go to school, talk in class, have debates with the more intresting teachers, complain about cheap food (you pay peanuts, you get monkeys), do stupid things (And not have people blame you for it), cram TYS, speak in L337, punch dumb things in my calculator, take silly examinations (and lose sleep over them), not have to worry about money and lodging, talk on the phone till late into the night (and over till the next morning), blog crap, scare myself silly talking rubbish and so so so many other memorable things.

What will I miss? I'll miss the youth services... the life and the action (which is rather obviously missing from the adult service). I'll miss being crap in cell. I'll miss staying out late just to slack and talk. I'll miss having (what feels like) all the free time in the world.

Got this off Paula's blog AGAIN.
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what we fight for, we do not always win.
what we deserve, we do not always get.
what we earn, we do not always expect.
what we love, we do not always possess.
what we set free, may not return.
what we hold dear, may not always return in kind.
what we treasure, may not always stay.

but does this mean we stop fighting, stop working, stop loving, stop treasuring the things we have? does this mean we cling on too tightly to things that never belonged to us in the first place?

no.

because life is more than the returns :)
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I am speechless. Just swept away. Oh how hard it is to give up in life :)

Here's a song Mr Paul "gave" to us the graduating classes. I didn't think much of it (mostly because I couldn't hear what the words were clearly, nor was I bothered to find out) but while blog hopping I came accross a few lines that sounded so familiar and I realised they were from that song (the few lines that I could decipher) Here's "I hope you dance".

[[I Hope You Dance]]
Lee Ann Womack

I hope you never lose your sense of wonder
You get your fill to eat
But always keep that hunger
May you never take one single breath for granted
God forbid love ever leave you empty handed
I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance

I hope you never fear those mountains in the distance
Never settle for the path of least resistance
Living might mean taking chances
But they're worth taking
Lovin' might be a mistake
But it's worth making
Don't let some hell bent heart
Leave you bitter
When you come close to selling out
Reconsider
Give the heavens above
More than just a passing glance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)

I hope you still feel small
When you stand by the ocean
Whenever one door closes, I hope one more opens
Promise me you'll give faith a fighting chance

And when you get the choice to sit it out or dance
Dance
I hope you dance
I hope you dance
(Time is a real and constant motion always)
I hope you dance
(Rolling us along)
I hope you dance
(Tell me who)
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
I hope you dance
(Where those years have gone)

(Tell me who)
I hope you dance
(Wants to look back on their youth and wonder)
(Where those years have gone)
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I especially like this line, "Living might mean taking chances, but they're worth taking" its the chances that open door to success... but also open trapdoors to devsatating failure.

Everyon'e favourite Singaporean blogger superstar (must I reall say who?) might have ruffled a few feathers with her post on handicapped toilets, but then again, its not that big a deal, why blow it up? Also, please check out her "first podcast" it's rather amusing and entertaining (with plenty of rambling) go check it out. IF you are still clueless, lemme give you one final hint. Absolutely PINK.

Dropping out here, *looks at TYS before me* guess its best I get cracking, ciao!

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