Tomorrow

is my first day of school, and as expected my first class of my 4^th and final year is a class I am not supposed to attend, HS301, Contemporary Social Theory Lecture by Lim Chee Han. I look forward to this class as I felt my HS301 by Kwok Kian Woon was somewhat rushed. I have every intention to attend this lecture throughout the semester, among other classes that I am also “auditing”. That’s going to be really awesome.

This semester will be trying in many ways, my FYP topic is very challenging as it deals with aesthetics, Bourdieu and ….. children all the same time. I started with great dreams for this project, and how it has trickled down to only a 10,000 word essay. I see it as a blessing, because the data and groundwork is simply too much for a one man show. This project looms over my academic life, it will make or break my 4 years in NTU.

On the side I also have so much to read, books pile on my desks faster than I can ever read them. My events fill my days faster than I could recover from them. It is as if my entire existence is vying for my attention. Sometimes my lungs feel like they cannot draw enough air no matter how fast I breathe. It is not easy to be a good son, brother and friend to all those who are deserving.

Then… I look up at my family picture I have stuck on a shelf, and I remember why I am doing all this. I am renewed.