In between breaths
Freedom: It tastes sweeter ever since I moved out of my hall room on campus and back home. Sheer irony, considering how I left home in order to regain my grasp on freedom and escape the tendrils of my mom’s incessant nagging. I can’t say that life in hall was for me because there were enough obligations for me to run fast and far away. Perhaps all I needed was the extra time and space to let my thoughts run wild, see where I stand in the grand scheme of things, get a bit of writing down, ease myself into the pace of university life - all in the comfort of a cozy little abode. And that I did, that I did. And then one morning Absence made my heart grow fonder so I moved back home, realised there is much joy in leaving school after a bloody long day instead of holing up in school at $2.2k per semester. Convenience is not worth the price of freedom.
Familiar: Yesterday I dreamt of someone I had yet to meet. We were close. I should make it a point to jot down my dreams the minute I wake up - though I’ve always scoffed at silly Dream Journals. I woke up feeling slightly disjointed, like I was living in some sort of deja vu. The way I felt the whole day is how I imagine effervescence of freshly poured wine. You know, if they could carry emotion in their flimsy sacs. There was the feeling of something stirring beneath the surface waiting to erupt. It reminded me of anticipation.
Empty: School has been vacant around the hours of 6pm. I like that. I’ve always liked how a place regains its natural beauty when there are no people around to add to the natural clutter of the Singapore City. I also like walking across the sports complex to get to my bus stop on the AYE. It is one of my favourite parts of the institution. When the sun starts to set and people trail out of school and the hustle bustle dies down, something settles in me and I’m convinced I could learn to love this place.
Discovery: Today I heard a fantastic singer/songwriter play at the Yusof Ishak House. Isn’t this the title people give to similar type indie-folk-bluesy singers armed with ukulele in tow and a special lilt in their voice? Still, I wouldn’t recommend you to subscribe to my cynicism. She’s pretty damn neat and a quirky personality is always an added bonus, me thinks. Good local talent is underrated. We have some wicked finds, often low key, but for the most part, the ones that are overhyped aren’t all that fantastic. Regardless, there is much to be admired about those who chase their dreams on the coattails of passion - especially under the frosty reception of a city landscape.
