morgueville,heartland living.

my shoulders are burning from yesterday's dragonboat. i love the sun. and sea.


i'm not exactly a huge fan of the outdoors. in fact, i used to think i am more of an urbanite who gets cooped up all day in concrete walls and encased in claustrophobia. but being engaged in scouting life back in marist, the nature was some sort of an escape for me. being out there means you're out of your comfort zone. but you see much more than on this screen where you're reading yet another boring entry of mine. many a times, i sit in my room (sometimes it's my temple of salvation. others it's a boring place. called room.) and attempts a page long of economics essay on wage differentials, i start getting depressed for no apparent reason at all. (now we know.) then one day, while watching lonely planet, i realised what the acute syndromes were getting to - i need to get out. and not just out into town, but out of singapore.

of course at this age where academic assessments mean everything for us ordinary folks (i hate calling myself that.), it's virtually impossible to pack my bag and leave the country to live in budget motels at timbucktoo. plus, my parents. in fact, since last year, i've been coming up with ways to convince them to allow me to go bali after my As (any takers?). i gave up last week.


still. i don't want to get cooped up in hougang. anyhow, i've acquired a perverse taste of sort on certain 80s' vintage - the music. the horrors.


earwax:cc. catch - cause' we're young