pardon me, this was typed yesterday but i didn't publish it.

Week after weeks, I find myself being caught up with my scroll of things to do.
Secretly in my heart, I found myself dreaming about having some time alone.

‘Winning the battle, losing the war’ plays softly at the background while the howling of the wind continues.

The next few minutes would be spent ruminating about my eventful Uni life.

I have scrolls of readings to do that it’s starting to look daunting. It is one of those days whereby I get a little freaked out by the amount that’s screaming at me… so I take a little break from school. Or so I think. Because what’s going through my mind now are the lectures I have to prepare for, balloting results, readings, and some pang of disappointment with myself for not being focused. My mind constantly wanders off to a sketch that’s in my head and longing to be put on paper and the storyboard that is waiting to be put together.

Sounding pessimistic? No, I truly enjoy uni life. Great friends who will reserve seats for me during lectures, to talk and laugh with during breaks and the boring segments of lectures, a fabulous fruit stall at The Deck which I patronize whenever I am in school, the koh sisters who brighten my days in sunshine landbazaars that are whooping good, and thank God for opportunity to study.

In fact, I’m still going strong, not tired and beaten by the hours spent in school yet. 

Had a drama gathering last week where we caught up with each other lives, reminiscing about those long days and nights spent in school during rehearsals, the marks we left at Victoria theatre, and the training and groundings we had as drama students. Some of us expressed desire to relive those moments again.

Pav said something about how perhaps we have blocked out a part of our memory that makes us unhappy. Who would have thought that I would have done so too until she reminded me a major incident in school, and true enough, if she didn’t remind me, I would not have realized that I had actually block it out!! The brain is amazing and I will attempt to find bio psych interesting.

On my way back home yesterday, watching the rain pitter patter hard on the window pane brought back some memories of sr art days-how helmet would beg the rain to stop so that Bruce would not have to suffer, or the times we walked in the rain singing songs with lyrics that spells hopelessness. We were young and silly, but we’ve matured and started to look up when down, literally 

Faith and Rebecca comes to mind how they are about 13 and 14 years old, with bouts of childish outbursts of behaviour that make me roll my eyes and laugh when they recount to me or maybe even their personal recounts of their days, they are so real and relatable. We’re journeying this together on earth till the day we come face-to-face.

Few weeks back, HP, SQ, CLD, and I went out to celebrate monster’s birthday. It was such a wonderful day, with pleasant and embarrassing surprises. There was nothing much come to think about it. Just a couple of close friends spending time together to celebrate the presence of a person who has brought us much joy. <3

Birthdays… they are worth celebrating. 
Was reading a friend’s blog who is now in Canberra and missing home and she too mentioned something about how it will be lonely without that usual close loved ones to celebrate with her. That’s so true. Thank God for family and friends who take time to celebrate my birthday every year. It’s such a blessing. Oh man, I can’t wait for Christmas! 

Alright… I need to finish reading The Triumph of the Samurai before meeting up Sara.

Your Highness, OUT…