As the previous post has captioned, I returned to Starbucks. Leaving home, grandma, tongtong, my bed and all others earthly bounds, behind for a not so quiet corner of Central, Clarke Quay.
As my perspectives shifts, I have grown accustomed, in fact in much fond thoughts, of the sounds (those that infiltrate the playing music past my $100 eyepiece), disruptions (like the kind Caucasian lady who just a moment ago asked me for my extra chair, not occupied by my Sweet William bag) in this coffee place - which I now drink Chai Tea at. Temporarily inhabited by business, leisure, formalities, lifestyle, those who hide, some who seeks, and the others who exist in limbo - like me in the incoherent mix of paces and paths in life.
Before I sink and soak into the next Katrina that is bound to devour my consciousness, I seek this last moment of solace. To know that standing just 26 days apart from my departure from this station of life - possibly my last as a student, I remain clear with some happiness residual from the days before in celebrations of friendship, bearing the strength from toast of Sangreals, with cathartic screams that emptied the barrels of pent-up sensibilities. And I proceed forward in full awareness of the denials and emotional limits I remain in constant fears of meeting. The many incidents and happenings that bring upon floods that cannot be placed into words.
It seems bigger and so much more fearful, when finally confronting the monster at the end of the journey. You may no longer see it, and cannot determine its position of the heart any longer standing, just in front of it. That is when, you are finally tested with the sword in the rock - to be met with might, tenacity and that fateful dose of luck.
Now, done with the florals of words and back to the financial statements and the conclusion I so need.
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