Not every prison has bars on its windows

I returned to Singapore last Friday, and since then I've done nothing conversation-worthy. I like to think that my vacation attachment with CAAS does not qualify as a conversation topic or something that should be prodded into because, really, it belongs to the rest of my life, which is already an inevitability I signed up for one year ago, and that I will have abundant opportunities to talk about.

I miss Penn to bits. I really do. I speak not with a banality that underlies small talk and idle banter, but with a very real inertia that consumes my thoughts almost every second of the day. I've met so many people (I probably should add customarily that they are awesome people) that made me feel awesome and brought me into bits of knowledge and experiences and what-ifs that I used to deliberately exclude from my comfort zone. I was also given an independence that I loved through and through and that I never for once took for granted. Most important was an independence of time. My time was my own, and it was up to me to manage my time relative to others. Right now bits of my time is arbitrarily given to my parents.

Gah. Pictures!