So yesterday, mugged the whole day at central library. And then met up with aiman & khai for late night supper at batok. Honestly, I'm amazed at the amount of energy I have to trudge along at 10:30 pm to see these two stooges. It's probably their company, tsk tsk (: Since each of us was dressed in red, green and yellow respectively, khai labeled us as traffic lights yesterday, ha! Banters with khai over food, endless random conversations, crow-like laughter, rants, the lamest jokes. Again, beyond-midnight walk from batok all the way to our houses. Almost perfectly empty roads. Screamed out names of our friends whose houses happened to be along the route we took. Simply awesome.
It has been more than 2 years since I published anything on this blog. I have written a few reflections quite abit during this time, but they are mostly in draft versions, probably reflective of the scatteredness of my thought processes, or the ongoing engagement with the topic which has yet found a proper resolve (or is there ever a resolve really?), or just me finding mere words to articulate my thoughts that are waiting to be entertained and possibly verbalised or written. I'm driven to write this post precisely because I can't entirely ignore the nagging voice inside my head, telling me to use writing as a tool to not only express myself, but to reclaim my voice. It is such an insanely noisy world. The constant stream of information from different online platforms not only pull me from various directions, but it spreads my attention too thin that it is impossible to follow one stream of thought, sit on it for awhile, slowly reflect and if possible, articulate it. It is not ...
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