Play On~

It's been so so long. It was supposed to be for renovations, and yet, I haven't the heart to change this little blog of mine.

I've been reading through all my past entries, and I was so amazed at all that I've managed to type over the one-odd year. And somehow, I feel like typing again. I feel like typing again of Your goodness and Your faithfulness to me:)

A few weeks back, quite a number of us started on our third year in uni, and we were all talking of how quickly time passed us, and all of a sudden, we're in our second last or last year in school. Things have been hectic since then. Two presentations and many many seminars later, I am here typing and trying to recall what happened over the past two months. One "major" things that happened was the opening of our new HSS school in NTU. I remember how when we were in our first year, all our seniors were talking of how the school never did get started on the work of constructing the new building. at that point of time, being able to study in a building of our own seemed like a faraway dream.

now, I have attented so many lessons there that I have forgotten how we longed for the building and how it seemed so distant from us back then. one of the things I love most of the new building is the waiting space by the steps. Yiwen introduced me to that place, and for the past two times where I've been there with both Yiwen and Sharon, I felt so happy just being able to share that time with them there. I even made an agreement with Shu Hui to bring her there. Soon dear!:)

Right now I'm listening to a really old song I dug out from one of my earlier posts. It's funny how it's the same song, but it sounds so different now. It's Bob Dylan day tmr in school, and we'll be discussing songs:) speaking of which, I just thought of how nice it was to see ching again in school today. I miss attending his lessons, and right now, I wonder if I will ever have the chance to take his module again. Sometimes in life, we don't get second chances. And it's weird thinking and knowing how we may never be taught again by some of our lit professors. I can easily name a few I know I will never have the privilege of learning from them again. Even though there are very valid reasons why I won't be taking their courses again, it still feels strange that they were our teachers for only so short a while.

I guess it's really diff. in uni. when we were in yj, we spent so much time together with out teachers that even now, and I know for sure in the future, we will still always regard them as our teachers. their words and lessons in life will always remain with us. at least, that holds true with me. I saw mrs ansar the other day at j8. It was a very unexpected meeting, and at the end I felt that I have never been really close to her, and yet one thought remained in my mind, 'she is still my teacher.' and it struck me how she is really still my teacher.

I am rambling aren't I? I'm just happy to see that blogspot has finally corrected my posting page and it is the same as before. that and how I seem to have a lot to say. I must be typing for all the times where I wanted to type in the past, but didn't.

one last thing, I'm happy where I am now. And I know I will be happy wherever You lead me to, Lord. It's time to start living by Your grace:D And thank You for Your love, let me love You too:)

I miss my drummer.