When I revamped my blog for the third time sometime last year, I promised myself that this would not turn into an emo canvas, where I bawl about my silly life every post here and there. And yet, the last two have done exactly that. Ah well, I break promises to myself all the time. Lucky for me, I’m also very forgiving.

The past week has been progressively better, with the curve going sharper upwards towards the end. Towards normalcy, only with more colour. With chains that no longer bind (though refuse to be quite forgotten), I’ve started to pick up the things I forgot about, the things I’ve left behind in the last two years. Music, reading, going out with lots of people, going to an arcade (no seriously, and I hadn’t realised how much I missed it)—Next stop: serious photography again and working out. Notice how I’ve left the two arguably more effort-requiring tasks to the end.

Speaking of music, I’ll be playing sometime next week at a café/bar in Far East Square. I’ll post more details soon, and y’all come round, ‘kay? M’kay?

I’m also off to KL this weekend, which I’m looking forward to. Lots of things to get started on, including working on other parts of this website, my relationships with dear friends that have pitter-pattered off because of my neglect, my books, sports…

My mother, when I told her of my newfound freetime, quickly slipped in her first priority: “Oh, now that you’re free…You better clean up your desk!”

Thank God for a mother who gives reachable goals—notice how she never mentioned the rest of my room yet.

Addendum: Thank you to the many, many people who have written, called and sent messages. And to the others who have called repeatedly on schedule, just to check up. I don’t know how else to thank you for bolstering me in my extreme neediness and helping to drum reality into this head.