frankly speaking; i want to cry.
this post is dedicated to myself;
it has been very busy for me these few weeks of school. &i've been tormenting myself with stress i could never handle. EOY took away my brain, events robbed my soul, &the stress that evolved from such murderous activities eventually got the better of me.
i sometimes wonder, wonder &wonder. whether i made the right decision.
today had arts fest &i got really fed up with myself. i looked into the eyes of my juniors, mates &seniors. the eyes of a person tells the truth. i looked into it deeply, carefully and sincerely. i saw something common. its hard to express that feeling that was welling inside me. its really hard. it was never an easy task.
i sat in a corner reflecting. i gave my best and is this what i get?
assurance;
efforts are something thats commendable.
EOY results consoled me. never did i expect me to get good grades. its streaming &everyone wants to do well. competition is one thing. the other is whether you've answered for your conscience.
dearest ah gong, i know you are up there protecting &watching over me. i know you've seen my efforts. &i hope you are doing well &happy too. thanks for all these you have done for me. i love you.
lastly, i know it sounds cliche but having to leave the ice-kachang is something i found it hard. i have many things to say to every single one of them.
i'll falter; when we part.