Stop This Train

These few days, I've been busy floating through school, getting a grip on reality. Trying hard not to fall into the famed Exchange Syndrome, the one where you sort of lose all will to live because things just suck after landing hard on your bum in good ol' Purgatory, after falling many thousand feet from the land of Paradise and Fun.

At the back of my head since I've got back, there's been these two niggling questions constantly playing in a small voice, whatever it is I'm doing :

What has changed? And concurrently, what has remained the same?

I mean, I know that certainly as a whole person I've evolved, improved, changed; but the question of what exactly has changed and remained the same is still astonishingly hard to answer. That sort of disturbs me.

Ah well.

Time to go downstairs; I'm heading off to steamboat dinner at Marina South with the badminton players. Then it's pool/mahjong/soccer time at Marc's place.

"Stop this train, I wanna get off
And go home again
I can't take the speed it's moving in"
- Stop This Train / John Mayer