A Library in the City, Yay!

I've heard people talking about it,

I've seen snap-shots of it on Instagram,

I've walked past it many time,

I've ignored it each time,

I've waited for the hype to reach calmness,

I've finally visit it,

Library @ Orchard,

 I'm very thankful for this birth.

I never used to enjoy reading, and somehow my dislikes & likes are swopping places as i get wiser.
 Reading = Dazing in blank = Day dreaming = ZZzzzz

Recorded in history. 

I started picking up one book and many servings one after another.

Looking forward to spend a fraction of my day in the library, especially gaps in between classes.

 Reading = Mental travels = Vocabulary income = Self- reflection = Give Me More!

 Sunday classes are always in town, the waiting period however is quite a handful to spend.

As the shops start their operations, people begin to crowd.

Me, after a whole morning of teaching is exhausted.

I need to recharge before the noon class.

Getting away from the bustle is my priority.

Dragging my feet towards the entrance, 

with a heavy bag sitting on one shoulder, i entered with a joy of relief. 

Finally! I found you!

I love parquet flooring, it feels home.

I love how the decibel drops gradually but quick enough to feel the softness of the atmosphere.

I love to window shop among the bookshelves, with nothing in particular I am looking for. 

 

My glances are always chasing after my ( very slow) stroll.

Among the crowd, there will always be one title that waves frantically at me.

" Once you stop looking for what you want, you will find what you need"

 I spotted it & pulled it off the shelf.

I'm grateful for the options of chair and floor seats.

Too much "chair time" gives me rigidity & backache,

Walked over to the mellow 3- tier flat surface of parquet.

Gingerly, I sat down and let out a phew!

Stretched out my legs fully... ah! Feel so much better now.

Ready to unleashed my reading fantasy!

 

A Choice of Void

I was brought up learning not to reject offers or making people feel bad about rejection--- even on the expense of my own happiness.

Having my own share of struggles--- this coin started to flip over slowly as i started to form my way of thinking.

Thus, a very valuable lesson i finally planted for my own good is...

Knowing that it is totally OK to reject & be rejected,

and  feel neither guilty nor humiliated about it.

 We almost feel oblige to make a choice according to the offers given by others-- that we have to take something. 

Option: A, B, C or D

Choose one. 

Which one would you choose?

Maybe A?

Maybe B?

Maybe C?

Maybe D?

Maybe None?

Don't forget, a void is also a choice. 

A rejection is just another way of acceptance.

Life is just full of ironies.

We see the blacks and the whites,

but don't miss out the huge part of greys for us to play around!