once and again

the sph writing test turned out to be quite okay actually. other than the fact that i overwrote the 500-word limit for the essay segment by 133 words. i guess i just got too carried talking about malcolm glazer and manchester united when trying to articulate my point about the value of sports being corrupted by money. i'm not overtly affected, because i know deep down inside whether or not i get this internship is all God's will.

somehow wanting to remain in God's will feels much better than wanting to remain in my own. somehow or rather, when i stepped out of sph yesterday, i realised that whether or not i can continue to come back and work in that building is all God's plan. that i don't have to fret because God has "plans not to harm, but to prosper me."

it has always been like that i guess, but yesterday it felt so real - that despite my test screw-up, i knew it wasn't a matter of life and death like i had used to regard my other exams in the past year.