The sunday afternoon mood has never changed in Sheares Hall. It has always been gloomy and quiet (**which is a good thing**) all day long. But today, it's not just gloomy and quiet, it's stuffy....stuffy here in my heart.
My exams are coming so soon and my heart skipped a bit everytime i reminisce about them. This whole Singapore-education system has finally gotten to my nerve and i just felt like screamingggggg out loud.. gosh..if ever i have a choice, i would runnnn away and dig my head into the soil like an ostrich and never want to mug anymore.
I was looking at the definition of a workaholic = the state where one feels guilty about enjoying oneself for a while rather than doing work, and concludes i am already in that category.
But, that afternoon, my eyes were caught to take a closer look at my pinky lil ipod shuffle, there was an inscription read 'petite ipik on getting into NUS', which then led me to clumsily look for the golden envelope which had been hiding in my drawer for a year; a letter from my sis.
The sillyness of her wordings simply brought me to laugh out so loud..and it made it harder to start reading the inner pages. All the kind words sounded so audio-like as though she was just there talking to me, then i realized how much ive missed her... (she is currently enjoying the time of her life in US by the way)
It was in that letter that i met the One who prompted her to write it in the first place... n i started to weep. (ooo..how emotional this ipik is..)
Never give up!!! is the message, and currently battling with some inner issues in my life, He is encouraging me to focus on WHO i am becoming rather than what i am becoming...
I guess, the sunday afternoon was pretty different.
