In two days I will be in Spring Auditorium, Bukit Merah. I will be dressed to the nines, clothed in the finery of the college's formal attire. I will watch the finals take place, then go up to collect our awards. The cameras will flash, hands will be shaken, I will smile. And amidst all of this, I think I will actually be rather pleased.
It's funny to think that some 11 days ago I was sulking and moping around because of the loss. How much things have changed in less than two weeks. The problems of the past seem insignificant to the turmoil I have been through. While HC and RJ (all the best to both teams. I can't decide who to root for) have been crafting their speeches, polishing their case, loading up their ammo for that final clash of wits and banter, I have lost a friend, forged a stronger relationship with another, and generally realised how much I've been blessed by the people around me. I should probably start paying more attention to the company I keep.
Turmoil, said I? Indeed, much of the pain and agony I have felt was caused through the same medium through which I now publish my thoughts. I don't think I've ever so truly realised the power of words to cause pain. But I know better now. I know that despite my circumstances my hope and joy are built on a firm foundation that cannot be shaken. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor powers, nor things present, nor things to come, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature, shall be able to separate me from the love of God, which is in Christ Jesus my Lord. Amen.
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