Today is really really weird.

It feels as if I’m in a trance all day long. Indescribable.

Woke up at 450am to send my little boy to camp, reached home at 8am to wake my little girl up for school. Fell dead on the bed and woke up at 1 pm with a shock. Shock at the fact that I slept so much and confused for a moment cos it felt as if I’ve been sleeping just for 5 mins and 5 days, both made sense to me at that instant. Weird.

Pulled myself out of bed and tried reading my BM212 text. Jerked at the realization that I’ve not completed the presentation slide for evening’s presentation at Youth Council! $3k leh, no play play. SSA needs the cash!

Felt as if I’m the chairperson cum secretary cum treasurer while doing the event summary, CIP element and budget breakdown including market research. Weird enough, I enjoyed being the bao ka liao man today. Hahaha.

Met my secretary Taige at 8pm at AMK, went ahead with the 15min seed fund pitch at Singapore Youth Council. In the conference room facing a panel of 20 panelists, I felt more at ease than my school presentations. Weird.

The presentation went well except for one Q&A question on the sustainability of the project. We realised a better answer could be given to secure the fund only after we left HDB Hub! Shucks. =(

Looking at the many smses that Taige sent me after the presentation, a wave of guilt washed over me and I’m scared of the possible negative outcome that we may receive. The responsibility as a Chairperson is indeed heavy. I do not wish to ruin the potential funding because of an inadequately answer I’ve made. But at least, I think I’ve given a truthful enough answer. Albeit not the best.

While waiting for 157, I suddenly realised it’s Toa Payoh! Haha. Where the KOI bubble tea is! =)

But, I literally felt engulfed by a sudden surge of nostalgia. As I drew nearer to KOI, images of my roadshow days at TPY flashed back..…

I came to realised it has been almost 5 months since the Great Eastern roadshow at Toa Payoh. Time really flies huh. And how weirdly it flies.

I was so overly tight down by school that I seem to have lost count of time and sensations. But at the same time, a part of me wish to be less aware and more numb. Ignorance is bliss and unawareness is happiness?

I just want to quickly end my last paper and take a really really long break. No more internship in December, no more SSA (though I know it’s impossible), no more academic commitment, no more tears.

I wanna travel. Out of Singapore, out of the sight of anything and everything that distract me.

I’m really really tired. Really.

As I listen to Sweet Disposition while typing this on the bus 157 (from one terminal to another terminal), it gives another mesmerizing feeling of being in a trance and surrealism. Weird, isn’t it. I dare not blink, for the moment I close my eyes, the droplets welled up will fall and your face will appear amongst the echo of the song and the watery world filled with unrealness.

Weird.

My Translation paper yesterday was coincidentally extracted from one of my favourite literature pieces. =)

Companionship of Books

---by Samuel Smiles

A man may usually be known by the books he reads as well as by the company he keeps; for there is a companionship of books as well as of men; and one should always live in the best company, whether it be of books or of men.


A good book may be among the best friends. It is the same today that is always was, and it will never change. It is the most patient and cheerful of companions. It does not turn its back upon us in times of adversity or distress. It always receives us with the same kindness, amusing and instructing us in youth, and comforting and consoling us in age.


Men often discover their affinity to each other by the love they have each for a book. The book is a truer and higher bond of union. Men can think, feel and sympathize with each other through their favourite author. They live in him together and he, in them.


A good book is often the best urn of a life enshrining the best that life could think out; for the world of a man’s life is, for the most part, but the world of his thoughts. Thus the best books are treasuries of good words, the golden thoughts, which, remembered and cherished, become our constant companions and comforters.


Books possess an essence of immorality. They are by far the most lasting products of human effort. Temples and statues decay, but books survive. Time is of no account with great thoughts, which are as fresh today as when they first passed thought their author’s minds, ages ago. What was then said and thought still speaks to us as vividly as ever from the printed page. The only effect of time has been to sift out the bad products; for nothing in literature can long survive but what is really good.


Books introduce us into the best society, they bring us into the presence of the greatest minds that have ever live. We hear what they said and did; we see them as if they were really alive; we sympathize with them, enjoy with them, grieve with them; their experience become ours, and we feel as if we were in a measure actors with them in the scenes which they describe.

A monk talking about family planning... haha.