Sunday, October 04, 2009
I have been aching to write, for myself and not in answer to some insufferable question like “Singapore has what it take for the arts to flourish. Do you agree?” or “’This is a novel of new beginnings.’ How useful is this quote in your reading of the novel?” That being said, the exams are over but unsurprisingly I don’t feel particularly liberated since “Life Before” and “Life After” the exams are pretty much similar for me. This was probably the most ill prepared exam I’ve ever walked into and results will probably show but anyhow they are not of topmost priority right now considering I have another exam tomorrow to worry/prepare for.
I hate how time never fails to trip me up and make me look into the past every so often with these constant reminders on the gravel spelling out everything I didn’t want to face up to. The gray stones are sharp and they cut so bad. Again and again, they never fail to leave deep red imprints on my knees and palms. I can hide the palms but not the knees. Some things show no matter how you cover up, I can see through your every countenance, may you see through mine. It’s tiring how we are at this game where there are no winners or losers. We can keep at it for a long time running. But I’ll let the coloured rubber balls fly off into the top of the dome where maybe someday the fight in them may converge into the air around them and find real peace within. While I’m at it, I’ll take care to let the rivers continue flowing so the sands of time will be on their way. For they say time heals it all.