strawberry cheesecake blueberry pie.
It was great to be back in school yesterday. The heat was horrible but North canteen’s ytf made it all up. We (sam & i) were supposed to cam-whore even more but the sweltering heat almost killed us while waiting for the collection of our grad gowns. And naturally we were feeling “sian” about returning to work after that.
I ended driving early yesterday and decided to walk to school to wait for sam. As I walked into the school alone, a loud bunch of SBM students on the 2nd floor caught my attention. They were laughing very loudly probably about some internal joke, and they looked really excited to go for lunch. I smiled to myself thinking “those were the days” truly, those were really the days! Come & gone away. You know, campus life is the best. Although I’m not looking (very much) forward to the start of university (if it ever starts for me this year), I’m sure days of studying are always the best. Well, if you compare it to the working world. It’s so blissful to be able to enjoy good & tasty food at school canteens, and walk around campus with a book in your hand, have fun classmates and an active social life in school. Sadly, as I walked past the corridors of SBM (yes, past the inefficient photocopying shop) I felt I don’t belong here anymore. It’s like I don’t feel “student” anymore. It’s a different kind of feeling, the connection’s not there - like a mere visitor. It takes leaving the school to know that one only has a limited time span of three years to enjoy and feel this privileged.
Because I was early, I settled myself comfortably under a full speed spinning fan at Mac’ Canteen and started to spend some time with God. It was really nice. (:
The weather is ideal for sleep this morning. I have to admit its Wednesday and I’m empty, exhausted already. I’m not complaining about the rehearsals because cause I know God is molding me. I just wished ___ could be a little more encouraging when I’m committed at church. Insulting my faith, and the church makes me feel like crying every time. That’s the last thing I need to hear when I come home from a long and tiring day, it makes me feel like I’m not organizing my time well enough when I’m actually trying. I know I’m inadequate and I know it’s a little too much for rehearsals to be so intensive this week but this is only a week. Can’t you understand? Would you rather your daughter commit to something and then back out later because it’s too tough, or would you rather your daughter persevere when the going gets tough. It’s not just all negative. Think about the good traits’ it’s developing in me, please? It’s funny how you think I’m so involved in church stuff but the truth of the matter is I’m not even one of the most active people around in church. They’ve got no idea what other people have on their shoulders, to commit, to do. I know I’m not like them that’s why God is only giving me what He knows I can handle and I’m trying my best to do my best in every aspect of my life. I wished you knew the effort I put in to spend time at home. I really wished you knew what goes behind a typical day where I come home to share a meal with you. It takes effort especially when I have so much to do. It really takes effort.
Thanks benson, for reminding me the fruits of the spirit. Galatians 5:22: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self control.
lunch with the bosses at panpac later, i hope i find something edible since it's japanese cuisine.
Good day. "let us not become weary of doing good, for at the proper time we will reap a harvest if we do not give up"