Que Sera, Sera.

After literally crying to mechanics last night, the morning came as a rather uneasy one for me. First, my tummy was bloated from the previous night's cupnoodle which I, in my own way, tried to brighten up my spirits after pig unwittingly didn't reply my msg. Next my right ear is hurting like no tomorrow. In spite of that, i'm actually quite glad that I'm feeling much better already, physically or emotionally.

Sometimes, i still find it quite hard to do. Although efforts to indulged in academics to put my mind off things that i've no power over, has indeed lighten quite a fair bit of my worries, its still not the best method of it all. Afterall, craming knowledge and doing papers cannot ease my worries over the grades that never seem to improve or the questions that i can never do correctly, if they haven't been adding on to them.

Its quite depressing sometimes, and yesterday was definitely one of those. You work hard, work hard and harder, and at the end, there's this glass ceiling seemingly mocking; is this the best you can do, unfortunately this is the best that you can do. I'm not supposed to believe that; yet succumbing to it can be ever so easy.

Luckily, if it wasn't for the hand that brother gave me which was ever so reassuring, i guess my past would have surfaced again last night.

Sometimes you and i still need that shoulder.

But for now I still have to be very strong, I know that. (:

Life goes on ...