Listening to Fann Wong’s ‘Stay’ has the strangest effect on me. Especially on rainy nights like this. The chilly air and the orange skies. So very pretty. My favourite part of life. I would die on a night like that.
There is one more day before the exams will be over. Everyone’s talking about the emptiness felt at the end of that long struggle.. I am not sure if I would really know how that feels like cos I’m not sure whether melancholy will take charge. Or maybe it’s just like what Shuohan says, it’s coding specificity so it would be over once the circumstances end.
As the days roll by I’m getting more and more confused about who I am and why I am even doing what I am doing. When I sit down and look at myself in the mirror, the feeling is almost surreal. It’s like if I try saying ‘hello’ to myself, the sound would not even be formed.
