Hope

Life works in mysterious ways.
Sometimes, hope comes to us in the most unexpected fashion.

Today, I was in a tiny, cramped bathroom stall so typical of my school, when I noticed something on the wall. It wasn't your typical bathroom scribble. Someone had written, in beautiful cursive handwriting,

It's the first day of my third year and I'm miserable. I am miserable here. I am miserable.

This was a cry for help from a total stranger, and I felt for her/him. I know what it feels like to feel nothing but despair in this environment. And apparently, I wasn't alone.

All around the original writing were people's words of encouragement.

"You are not alone. =)"
"Don't stress, you will get through this."
"Tomorrow will be better."
"We all feel your pain, but life goes on."

I always thought this was a school full of cold, selfish people, who strive for nothing but personal gain. But the bathroom incident taught me something new - after two years here, I still hadn't grasped the true nature of my peers. It's true, they are a tough crowd to read, but knowing that compassion still floats outside amidst the bitter cold warms my heart. I feel like I just took a sip from a giant mug of hot chocolate. The feeling is good

该往那里飞？

最近开始听李宗盛的歌，听完后感触很深。人生究竟是无情的、残酷的。在温室般的家中成长了那么多年，直到离家求学后才体会到生活的酸甜苦辣。

“未来会怎样究竟有谁会知道
幸福是否只是一种传说
我永远都找不到....

当我尝尽人情冷暖
当你决定为了你的理想燃烧
生活的压力与生命的尊严
哪一个重要..."

一转眼就三年级了。
离毕业只有一年多时间， 周围的人都像热锅上的蚂蚁一样围着各大投行转，位自己的前途打着小算盘。美国银行，花旗银行..而我的未来在哪里，我自己也说不清楚。短短两年时间改变了很多事情。世界银行是否太理想主义？ 新加坡政府？这么年轻就把事业约束起来，值得么？现在我迫切地需要静下来思考。