Moving out of my comfort zone, out of home, the place I've ad for long yet only lived no more than 3 years. Right now settled in the bustling side of Kuala Lumpur, this relatively new condominium, renting with another college mate of mine a room. 18 floors up, and you can imagine the view. Having need of the convenience of being near to college, I moved out. Independent life has its perks, yes.
But I do so miss the slower pace of the outskirts, and oh do remind of the coasts, though I have no favour of the beaches, it feels nice know that you're near the edge to grand water-hole. The lovely ocean, as much as I dread it, it is a beauty to behold.
Motion of the city life is pretty standard for me. 12am to bed, 8am to rise. And all else just depends on the flow of the mind. As much as I want to feel comfortable, I still feel out of place some how.
Today happens to be one of those days where Rachel chooses to sleep 1st before me. Oh well, I have not much left anyway. I do feel the need to express today. Yet it's an unsettling feeling of looking back in time.
Checked around the old pictures of me and my friends, and as usual, I lament the fact that I only get to live through those times once, and one time alone.
Times move on quickly. One day I feel like I have an edge, the next I feel like I'm not good enough. Practice is one thing, but I greatly lack the will to practice.
The semester just started, everything feels fresh, but there's that sense of foreboding in the air. I don't know what or why, but I guess it's cause my Friday performance looms. Which reminds me, I need to get the lead sheet down.
Till then, I'll write.