Life is indeed one beautiful and humbling journey, even when circumstances seem otherwise. And that can only be a statement made through faith and by choice.

That being said, I finally collected my tickets, though I am still contemplating Tristan Prettyman and the local premiere of SINGAPORE - a symphony by Vladimir Martynov supposedly written with our nation as an inspiration until I found out that it was actually commissioned by none other than the state.

I am somewhat unfazed by the number of readings and books to read, or the amount of research to be done for my projects. I must say this semester presented to me project topics I thoroughly enjoy - ranging from power struggles faced by the local skate culture to discussing Clarke Quay's relevance in the state's global city aspirations.

One thing I do lament though. I haven't been making much time for the great outdoors this year. It is probably weird but I do enjoy strolls in the setting sun surrounded by green. I do look forward to doing my readings in the gardens, like I did two semesters ago, sitting by the wooden benches at the Botanic Gardens - iPod to my ears, eyes on my Lit text, wind caressing my cheeks. Last night, nev and i took a lazy ride on the river taxi down Singapore river. It was spontaneous, and really brought to mind how much I missed being out in the physical environment.

One can never live cooped up in a concrete jungle and expect to live life a whole.

What I want to, and should read.