twenty one

Seems like a good day for another post.
January 21st, 2013.

When you are hurt and broken, you are at the best time to write.

Charles Dickens channeled his depression into writing.

So did Chairil Anwar as he penned his most famous poem, Aku.

And so did Qu Yuan as he penned his final poem before he drowned himself into the river.
And thanks to him we got zhong zhi aka 'ba cang' today.

Twenty one.

When I was that age, there were a few of our friends who I kind of thought were.. attractive.
I remember discussing them with bombie as we went on long journey from NUS to the city.

I particularly remember talking about this person with bombie.
Using my head I thought she must be the one I should pursue.
But my head didn't win the vote back then. Funnily.
She was the one I think.. I never really pursued.

But we were all good friends.
Somehow when you are twenty one, you can maintain such relationship with people.
It's like you are free to walk into any door and every door will remain open for years to come.
No one is expecting anything from anyone.

It was just fun. You have all the time in the world to miss out on anyone or anything.

I wonder if I am making sense here hah.

Cut the story short, that friend that I mentioned earlier..
before I even realise it she was already in relationship.
But I was fine. Totally.
I was fond of her, yes.. but I didn't go banging my head coz of that.

Maybe that's the power of being in your early twenties.
As I said, we can afford to miss out on anyone or anything then.

Life.