Partly the reason why I enjoyed my stint in Youth.SG was that I learnt how to love. Saying ‘I love you’ out loud was something I struggled with, actually I still do now. But more importantly, I have come to learn that everyone requires and appreciates a different form of comfort. And so it has dawned on me that the comfort I have been providing to others, which I deemed it as my style, might not have been a form of condolence or empathy. This recognition has thus prompted me to express my concern more vocally and even at times through action. While I wouldn’t say I am comfortable with providing such comfort to everyone out there, I would say that I’m trying to get used to it.
I’ll be frank. I am missing work life more than I thought I would, although that doesn’t stop me from liking school at the same time. School’s been interesting, expect for the fact that I am still pretty lost around the campus and the exhausting journey to school. As dry as my readings may be, lectures have never been so enjoyable (okay except for one). Fatigue is honestly overwhelming me at this instant, proof that I am still not accustomed to school life (like waking up at 6 for 3 out of 4 school days), not to mention that I just had one of the more intense dance session. Oh well, readings shall wait, I desperately need some sleep now. Bye~