Feeling surreal right now-- I'm in a chalet on the easternmost tip of Singapore doing my readings at 5.45 am. Cos I can't sleep-- no comfy blankie, no bolster, no pillow. Jialat. Anyway I feel quite awake cos my sleeping time's over. My brain seems 2 times slower though. Trying to type without any sound.
Anyway, takeaway of summer--
'Why so serious?'
I think my childhood and teenagehood were both too serious. I do feel the effects-- I feel like a wooden block compared to some of my friends.