I Hope You Dance

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)

I really like this song. All it represents, all it encompass. It's been a long time since I was last introduced to this song, as a wide-eyed 14 year-old. So naive. Never really appreciated what it meant. But now, I understand every word of what it says. Funny how we used to want to grow up so much, but now that we've grown, we want to be that young girl again, looking at the world through rose-tinted glasses. Been very cynical these days. And the only thing that's sustaining me through each and every day is His promise. But even these days, I've drifted so far from Him. So many other committments that threaten to destroy the only thing that's keeping me going. Funny how you smile and laugh with the rest of the world when deep down you're crying faraway from them. Straddling between the 2 worlds is difficult. Sometimes, when you're alone, you just morph back into that depressed inner self. It sounds freaky and is freaky sometimes, like a monster with a human body only to the rest of the world.

On a lighter note, my sister bought me my birthday present! Yes, I know it's early. It's a Juicy Coulture clutch purse. So pretty. I love her to bits! Sometimes, one understands why she's called my sister. God didn't give her to me for no reason. And best friends like Oafie, are the siblings God forgot to give. She's gonna work at Starbucks soon! I'll visit you dear! Love you loads.

Perfect

Epitome of Perfection.
Do you know how much of that you represented?
You had everything.
Everything I dreamt of, everything I wanted to be.
Your smiles, your independence,
that perfect scandinavian marble coolness.
But even the scandinavian marble can be shattered.
Funny how I shattered it to find it hollow.
To sigh in disappointment.
All that it represented,
Reduced to thin sheets.
Crumbled when picked.
To me,
you were perfect.
But once.

It's been so long since I last came online. Have been so super busy these days. Goodness. I never knew I was THAT busy. Had Chamber on Wednesday till pretty late, like about 7? Then had YO yesterday until 9pm.
Today was pretty eventful. We (Maryann, Wenyan and I) went to Assisi Home and Hospice at Mount Alvernia to do our community service. It was our first time there, so we were pretty freaked and lost. The sky was pregnant with grey rain clouds and Wenyan and I were like waiting at the bus stop for Maryann. I was praying and praying that it don't pour. It's kinda hard to find your way when it's pouring you see. God is good. He held the rain clouds till we reached. Side track a little, I realised that He holds the rain clouds for me. And I'm very thankful for that. Like yesterday after YO, I was walking home and the nightsky was an awful shade of purple. For one thing, I hate walking home after YO at night. It's so dark on the road, and I'm like the only one walking home on a lonesome night. The vicinity around my house does look a little like a ghost town at night. Sometimes, I can even hear my own footsteps. Not only that, I'm always afraid of who might be behind me. You get my drift. But I'm left with no choice. YO ends at 9 and that's that. Anyway, I didn't really realise that it was going to pour until I reached home (after trekking 2km...yes. my house is THAT far from the bus stop) and then it rained cats and dogs. Thank God. Nothing can be worse than walking home alone in the dark and soaking wet with your heavy violin tugging at your left side. He spared me from that. All pampered souls probably won't understand this. Anyway, getting back to what happened today, we finally found the place. Ok. So we were led to this really quiet and serene area to the children's ward. There were very few kids, like only 4? But these kids were recovering from some illness. Of which we don't know specifically what. But we didn't really care. We were there to cheer them up! So we read to them, played with them and all. They ate alot! Like they baked some butter cookies and offered them to us. So we all obliged and took one, despite having reservations about them. I still remembered Wenyan's comment, " the person (a little girl) who made it is not eating.." and I was like "uh-oh.that's saying alot..". Too bad i had already popped the whole cookie in and was halfway through swallowing. To be absolutely honest, as I'm typing this, I feel queasy. No joke. I feel like puking. And I think I'm down with flu from little Bryan. Oh. Did I mention this? Bryan is really smart! Like we were supposed to read a book to the kids and after that, they are supposed to repeat the story to one of the other volunteers. I hadn't exactly finished reading the story to Bryan, but he could repeat the whole story. I think he made some up. He actually came in tops for storytelling! Smart little Bryan. :) I must say that I really love working with kids, like in sunday school and here. Every year in sunday school, the little kids that come in are so cute! We'll probably be doing this on a regular basis, and I kinda like it already. *smiles*

Ok. I had better do some advertising here, my friends and i will be organising a concert for RJCians on Good Friday, at St Andrew's Cathedral (tentative). So come on down and support us yeah? there would be like rock bands, singing, movie clips and lots of drama. And yep! Our friends from RJC will be acting. It's organised by RJCians for RJCians. Tell me if you're interested and I'll give you the details. :)