For the first time ever since entering CHS, i cracked under stress and looming despari about my inability to complete projects and broke down in tears.
I went to the library in hope to find information for my projects but all efforts came to a naught. It gave me a headace instead. When i entered the room for cell-group, Keelin passed some comment which i really couldnt be botherd to rebutt back. Then Chris chided him and mentioned soemthing about me being stressed over Chinese Lit, somehow, it sort of reminded me of all my projects (including a nightmarish 3 1000 words essays).
i got out of the room and somehow i let the tears flowed. in a way, the tears were a release for me. Went back and Joy and he girls arrived. Prayers abound and somehow i felt the love from my spiritual family once again.
Chinese studies. Marc keeps saying i made a mistake in going there. The thought never fails to haunts me but I enjoyed the whole course and lecturers and my lovely class. I love Chinese. I love media. all i need now is the ability to shake off the habit of writing in English and get accustom to writing in Chinese.
I can conquer this stumbling block and emerge victorious!
*self hypnosis*
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