You would expect your youth to be many things. Filled with tons of experiences that you know you’d never be able to forget for a lifetime. Skipping school and going to parties, meeting the most incredible people and having the most amazing nights. You want to live your life to the fullest and feel your blood racing and the adrenaline pumping through your veins every time you try something new. You want to be courageous enough to do the things that scare you because you know you want to die with memories, not just dreams that you never pursued.
But instead, you’re stuck in a routine. You’re stuck in a rut and you can’t get out because you don’t know how to. You wake up every morning and drag yourself out of bed just to stare at your reflection in the bathroom mirror, watching your gloomy eyes and tired face staring back at you. You’re sick of it. You never expected to feel this way, to be stuck in this monotonous routine that you absolutely despise. Going to school and seeing the same faces that you dislike everyday, sitting behind the same table beside the same person, sleeping through classes and staying up late to complete your assignments. Getting back those assignments with a grade underlined in red on the first page that defines your intelligence and where you stand in this world. Faking smiles and telling lies that it’s okay, you’re okay. Your mind is a tussle of conflicting thoughts and you’re trying to ignore them and focus on what’s important but it’s not working. You’re watching the people around you look equally as tired, their weary eyes fixated on the hands of the classroom clock. Why does one second feel like a minute and one minute feel like thirty?
You’re so used to feeling exhausted and lethargic that this has become your routine. You’re so used to feeling weighed down every day, the load on your back seeming to get bigger with each passing day. You’re used to it because you can’t remember the last time you felt alive and when you actually did something that you cared about. When you didn’t feel like you were trapped in your own skin. You’re sick of it, you’re sick of your routine.
And in all honesty, you just want an escape.
Two weeks ago, I went on a short holiday to Hong Kong before the start of another hectic school term. I’ve been wanting to write this post ever since I came back but I never really got around to doing it because of being overburdened with all my school work. I have a pile of homework waiting for me right now, at this very moment, but I’m going to leave that aside for a while and do this instead. Continue reading “3 things I loved about Hong Kong “
Trust is a difficult concept. Trusting is hard, but knowing who to trust is even harder. Sometimes I wish everyone was as loyal as they appear to be, so that there was no such thing as betrayal and backstabbing. But I guess without all of that, there would be no drama, no enemies, no grudges, and life would just be plain boring.
And how exactly do we decide whom to trust? Personally, I think time is an overrated factor when it comes to trust. You don’t necessarily have to know someone for a really long time in order for you to trust them. Sometimes having just one conversation with somebody can make you feel like telling them your deepest secrets. And sometimes you may have been friends with someone for years, yet you still don’t feel the connection that makes you want to trust them. Continue reading “The scary thing about trust “
I originally planned to introduce myself in my first post but, well, I didn’t, so here’s your chance to find out more about me.
My name is Neha, which is a pretty popular Sanskrit female name which translates into ‘love’. Yes, my name literally means love. From what I’ve heard, this name is really popular in North India or among North Indian girls , but on the contrary, I’m actually South Indian. I was born in a town in Kerala, which is located in the southwest region of India. Fun fact : my dad was actually not present at the hospital when I was born because he was still in Singapore, and so he only arrived in India a few days later. And this was because I was born earlier than I was expected to. Anyway, I came to Singapore when I was less than 3 months old and I’ve been living here since then. Continue reading “A proper introduction “
This is about trying new things, getting out of ruts – a platform where I can share experiences and laughs, or just a place where I can rant or cry after having a bad day. I wouldn’t consider myself to be an exceptional writer, but I’ve always loved writing ever since I started writing compositions for assignments in primary school. I still remember how in the question there would be four boxes – three of them would contain picture cartoons leading up to an incident and the last box would be a question mark. We were supposed to decide what happened in the last box and then write a story about it. Usually most kids would make their compositions straightforward but I would always find a way to make it weird and twisted. Sometimes that earned me extra marks for creativity but some teachers didn’t like my unrealistic stories and I would end up with just a borderline pass. Continue reading “The Reason “